This Is What Daddies Do When Mommies Aren't Looking

Chris called me in from the kitchen, saying, "Come here! I've misplaced John!" We "found" John in the basket of stuffed animals in the sitting room, from whence I rescued him.

I suppose I should be thankful for daddies because if it were up to me, John would be raised in a glass bubble of safety. Without daddies putting babies in baskets or playing airplane with them (which makes this mommy's heart skip a beat) or testing all the time whether they're ready for the Exercsaucer ("No, his head still bobbles! Leave him alone!")--essentially, always pushing the envelope--we wouldn't explore the wilds or win wars or build countries.