Charlotte the monkey
So I went into the bedroom for a minute when I heard a plaintiff squeal. I assumed it was Charlotte, who had gotten her hand caught in the baby gates the day before. It was Charlotte, but in a different kind of peril.
I walked in to find her half way on the dining table. It's folded with the chairs inside and just under 3 feet high. Her little legs were half way up. Of course I ran over to her and gave her a big hug. She'd never attempted this before and I couldn't very well tell her off for curiousity. The poor mite was so scared she pooped, bless her.
I strapped the ladies into their high chairs to go make dinner.
Charlotte is definatly an adventerous and acrobatic child. I wonder what's next for her. I nicknamed her Houdini back when she was 10 months but I think her new nick just might be monkey.
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