I was in the bathroom for a few minutes (downstairs) this morning, and by the time I got out, Nate had climbed over the gate with the help of his trusty (zebra) steed, and was in the kitchen throwing stuff he'd found on the stairs (chapstick, a package of hairbands, a stray lincoln log) into the dishwasher, which I'd left open. Wow, it's going to
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