Monday, December 12, 2011
The inevitable happened...
Anne is plunked in the middle of the living room floor playing as I knit (I'm trying to meet a deadline...) on the couch nearby.
Anne crawls to the coffee table.
Anne gets on her knees and tries to pull herself up into a standing position via the coffee table.
The Catholic Librarian sighs in distress. The remote controls are not going to be safe for long.
"What are you doing over there? Wait, Anne, no..."
Anne surveys foam corner protector, previously held in place with double-sided tape, and holds it aloft in her chubby fist, triumphantly.
Corner protector is stuffed unceremoniously into her mouth.
When corner protector is taken away from her, she moves onto biting the edge of the table itself.