Freddy in the toilet paper, Danny on the windowsill. Freddy in the noodles Danny dropped and Danny in the banana bowl. It seems I spend my days removing my children from all kinds of places and situations.
Freddy turning over the diaper box, Danny holding the knife. Trying to figure out what will kill them, and what to let them learn a lesson with. (Hint, the knife is not a lesson)
At least Freddy is young enough to just pick up and move. Danny is a lot faster and he likes to drop things for Freddy to eat, like candy wrappers and dried beans.
Oh well, what's a few years in worry lost from my life.