The Litabug Phlog

Now that the kids are sharing a room, we put a tent over Maggie’s crib, lest she find herself rudely awakened in the morning by a basketball or toy piano landing on her head. The net, however, does not extend down the sides of the crib, and Sam has discovered that his foam letter tiles are narrow enough to slide between the bars. Next thing you know he’ll be sending her a cake with a saw and rope hidden inside so she can make her escape.