There was once a place of safety in my home, a place where I could leave Leah so that I could be sure she was not on one of her curiosity field trips …………. which is all part of growing up, but its much better to have mom supervising those exciting field trips because Leah, loves to explore all the wrong places, like the garbage bin, sometimes she pops a left over tidbit into her mouth, she has munched on a worm not to mention the poor defenseless snail who also lost his life in a tasting incident that happened a few months ago.
But not to stray away from the subject at hand…………………… the safe place was once known as a camp cot, we would put Leah in it if we needed a ” hands free moment” and we were content that no insects were being harmed, but I now have no safe place any longer, Leah has performed a “Prison Break” and she has done it with a smile, so today the trusty camper that has serverd us well is not longer of use………….. but it has become an excelent toy box!!!!!
So I have my hands full with my little “escapeologist ”
look at that naughty face