So one morning I popped upstairs to do something and came down to find the scenario below...
To get to Georgie's crayons he has moved the table *and* the playpen which was housing the table. The box was right under the middle of the table theoretically so that he wouldn't be able reach it.
Me - "Jamie, what are you doing? Did you move the table and playpen? Are you eating a crayon?"Jamie - "ummmmm .....no?"
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