I was just in the kitchen, unloading the dishwasher, when Bad walked in to help me. Bad walked in to help me. Unremarkable, but for the fact that mere moments earlier I had put him in jail (the playpen).
"Princess? Did you help Bad get out of the playpen?" You'll have to imagine the frightened yet hopeful tone of my voice.
I don't use the playpen a lot, but sometimes I need to contain him for his own safety.
Oh fack. Fackity fack fack fack.