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.
"No Mommy!"
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.
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Fack is a great word. Almost as good as the original word.
And probably either word is completely appropriate for this situation.
My condolences.
It's a brand new world in the Badlands...
Heidi
That completely sucks. I remember the day my second started crawling out of the crib. My life was never the same.
let the Toddler games begin ... adventures you have yet to imagine await.
It sounds like you need to put on your running shoes!
crap!
(it's another one I use too much!)
I remember the crib day too:( sucks!
Oh, so, so sorry.
Oh no! So sorry....
Clearly you need a lid for your playpen.
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