To keep with the prison theme - and to hopefully change my current Google ads, which are associated with all sorts of naughtiness thanks to my last post - I pose the following Q:
Which came first,
jail cells
or
cribs?
Because now that my lil' Miss can pull herself up to standing, she greets me after naptime (or when she should be sleeping) by pounding on the slats and squealing for her release! And I can't help but picture her in an orange jumpsuit with a bandana about her head.
And she's only 8 months! And the crib is on the lowest setting!
(Though she has been sporting an 18-24 month swimsuit.)
I guess I'll know it's time for a toddler bed when she starts to make shanks.
