So, Gabe has long been a prisoner of the exersaucer when I've wanted to do, oh, anything not involving a baby. Yesterday, he was imprisoned in the bathroom while I got a quick shower, and he had his extreme dislike face on, which never means anything but trouble. Well, miraculously, I made it through my shower, and he thought his cunning plans could wait for another day. Until I decided to *gasp* go get some clothes.
Well, that was insult added to injury for him, so Gabe did the only thing he could think of to protest his isolation in the saucer - he flung himself head-first out of the saucer and onto the bath mat. Then came crawling triumphantly out to join me in the closet.
Needless to say, I removed the saucer to the storage area, to be subsequently given to any baby without bad intentions. Pack-n-Scream, it is now up to you to contain the baby who will not be contained. And the crib mattress is getting dropped today, just in case.
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