As most of you know, the boys have a playpen in the living room. It IS admittedly a lot like a kiddy jail, but it affords me the luxury of doing stuff like brushing my teeth (sometimes) and finding shoes that match (occasionally).
The boys are not entirely resentful of this “caging” – heck, all their toys are within arm’s reach – but there are moments when it’s clear that they’d rather roam free with the other animals (read Goose).
Witness images taken with our… ahem… super-secret closed-circuit surveillance system:
Next thing you know, they’ll be making shivs out of their old rattles!
