Today, T for Trouble very deliberately moved the dining room chair right up to the front door, climbed on top, and unlocked the door to attempt his escape. Z played the accomplice, stabilizing the chair. Luckily, they haven’t figured out yet that they have to move the chair out of the way again to get the door open.
I give that a day.
13 months old and Uber waiting (see previous post). Who wants to host our baby travelers?