It was barely audible over the sound of the television. At first, we weren't even sure if we had heard anything at all. We quieted the TV for a few moments, but we heard nothing more.
A short time later, we heard it again. It was a noise. One of them was saying something, we had no idea what. This time, Isaac got up to investigate.
"Help, I'm stuck." Ah, there it was again. It was Jack. Of course it was.
Isaac came back to get me. We both know that there is no describing the predicaments this boy gets himself into. It's better to experience that which is Jack up front and personal.
He wasn't on his bed. We knew he wouldn't be. His bug night light was glowing in the center of his room. Placed strategically in a semicircle around his bed were all of his stuffed animals. They all faced in the same direction, as if to look the under the bed.
"Help me, I'm stuck." he pleaded again.
Isaac pulled back the mattress, and we found this.
Somehow he had wedged himself between the wall and the bed frame and THEN managed to get himself up over the cross rail of the bedframe.
And yes, I went back to get the camera. People wouldn't believe me about this boy's antics unless I have visual proof. He was really broken up about me taking pictures, too, as evidenced by this picture here.
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| He's saying, "Cheese!" |
Sigh.
It would have been fine had this been the only time he managed to pretzel himself between the wall and his bedframe, but no it wasn't. He did the exact same thing the very next night.
Oh this kid. He's never boring, that's for sure. :)
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