O.k., here's my story (mostly for Dottie). When DS was a baby, during the time it took me to pee, he went to the front door, popped the child safety door handle cover off by slapping it hard between both palms. He then dragged a chair over to the door, climbed on it and freed the chain lock. He scooted the chair away, opened the door and when I came into the room, he was on the stoop, giggling and crawling down the steps. He was less than one year old. I really don't know how I survived his toddler-hood.
Last edited by giftedticcyhyper; 03/04/09 12:34 AM.
