trapped

Dad, genius that he is, blocked all of the possible exits around my designated play area so that he and mom could work on the garden without worrying about me getting into too much trouble.
Of course, i managed to get up on one of these cushions, and i'm ready to fly this coop! you can't fool me . . .

by the way, i am now pulling myself up on EVERYTHING. and my new favorite games are, in no particular order; yanking books off the shelf, shaking mom's easel back and forth until she yells at me or a painting falls on my head, and pulling lots of interesting and dangerous stuff out of drawers.

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