"So, I did something even stupider: I knocked on the door.

I don't know why. Maybe a ghost with real-world abilities could help a brother out? Maybe I believed that my child is such a genius that she could somehow unstrap herself, hop off the table and somehow push a chair to prop herself up and open the locked door. My imagination, sometimes it is too active."

My friend Omar is hysterical. And I think we can all safely assume an excellent father.

Posted by Erin at 03:38 PM | filed under: Blog move