Look, you know me. I hate to complain. But I just don’t understand why we bother with these We-Must-Protect-the-Baby-from-Those-Nasty-Nasty-Corners things. They’re supposed to look like this:
I feel the same way about these Oh-My-Heavens-How-Will-We-Ever-Survive-If-the-Baby-Opens-the-Horror-Cupboards-of-Doom. They’re supposed to look like this:
But they end up looking like this:
And then I just end up putting everything high on a shelf like this:
Seriously, how much longer do we have to stay on this ridiculous merry go round?
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