I wish this morning were as exciting as this movie. Perhaps it's similar in that instead of an escape proof camp, I have what I thought was an escape proof apt.
I don't.
It was bound to happen, I suppose.
It was only time until he figured out how to open to front screen door, and that time came today.
Just a minute after Brian had left for school.
I thought he ( Brian) had run back into the house to grab something and run back out. So I said "HI, that was fast!"
No crying from Big D asking for his dad.
I heard the door close.
No Daniel.
I run to the door, run out, and who is there just standing in the driveway?
Yeah.
Heart Attack.
Lock your doors.
Nothing is toddler proof.
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