I was sitting on the bed in our room reading, Owen crawling around on the floor. As I listened for any sounds of trouble making, I heard the sound of Owen playing with Oscar's kennel door, open...slam...open...slam... He does this any chance he gets. I'm only hearing happy sounds, so I know he hasn't managed to shut his fingers in the door yet. Then I hear this sort of whimper...not a cry or other sound of real distress...just a little voice...so I look over the edge of the bed and this is what I saw:
Once I started laughing, Owen thought it was funny too (naturally), so, after I helped him get out, I had to close the door and lock it. Funny little boy! Is this a foreshadowing of things to come? Do I have my very own Luke Dunphy on my hands?