So - it's almost quiet time today and CleverMonkey decides he wants to play with the dogs. Fine.
And his brother wants to watch. Fine. And I can hear them on the other side of the baby gate as I fold laundry without having it unfolded as I go.
"Go get it! Good! Now, bring it here! Good! Give! Give bone!" and so on...
and I look over the gate to discover the dogs lying there looking a little bewildered as my almost four year old teaches my 18 month old to fetch.
I did not laugh out loud. But I think I might have given myself a hernia.
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Can't give any points to you today since you said you use a babygate. Way to safety conscious for WME.
LOL.
Nice story. Love it! ;o)
I agree with special on the baby gate being much too safety conscious, but if your little one had the bone in his mouth and you didn't get it out, I'll give you a point...
+1 WMP! Clearly, the baby gate was employed to keep the dogs from drooling on the clean laundry - the children were in there because they wanted to play with the dogs.
Baby gate is dual purpose. Mostly keeps dogs away from kitchen, although they can usually jump it.
Also because I've got a completely non-childproofed kitchen with basement stairs with non-working doorknob.
I did not remove the dog bone from the toddler, but it had been through the dishwasher recently... half a point? ;)
rtb: I'm laughing, because Chris' handy cousin just put a doorknob on our basement door this weekend! Last time Epiphany & Co. were over, we spent a moment wondering if Lindsay would figure out how to fall down the stairs (she didn't). Now, she can still poop on my kitchen floor and take a beer bath in the cat's dish but at least we won't have to worry about her tumbling to the basement without help.
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