Like any good parent, I've bought my child oodles and oodles of plastic toy goodness. We have blocks and rings and stacking cups and exercausers and things-I-don't-even-know-the-name-of (hopefully) BPA free fun. But of course, like a kid on Christmas all we care about is the box.
Should I be concerned that Courtney is looking forward to a life behind bars?
There was a clanging noise coming from her room the other day and when I looked at her in the monitor, she was running her pacifier back and forth against the bars. It was like she was some prison inmate getting ready for a riot or something.
What's so fascinating about the wall and should I be concerned that she's sticking her fingers in the disgusting 30 year old air vents?
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