Monday, October 06, 2008


Truett and I were hanging out on Sunday afternoon. Shawn ended up having to go into work and Mallory was ensconced in the playroom absorbing knowledge from the electronic babysitter - the TV. As I was doing something in the kitchen, I looked over to a mewing noise and this:

Yes, he was in quite the predicament. He just sat there and mewed plaintively as if saying, "I am your child, how can you leave me here? Help me, Mommy. Please, rescue me. " I am sad to say I just watched, waiting to see what he'd do.

Uh huh. I can can hear you Dondo. I eventually got him off ... after he started screaming!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

He was stuck on the chair?
He is not hanging around with Caden enough because he would have figured a way to get to the counter, crawl over the refrigerator and shimmy down some where :)

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