Let me let you in on a little something that vexes my sons very existence. Fences, gates, doors, enclosures of any kind. What they are to Griffin is a game to be played and a sport to be had.
Sometimes it is about speed: “Bet I can beat mommy to the open gate!”
Sometimes about tenacity:”must…. squeeze…. through…. cat door”
other times about will: “oh ya? I will just break down this baby gate- take that you poorly constructed piece of plastic!”
Problem solving comes into play every once and a while: Bucket emptied and turned over gives added height to reach latch.
Teamwork: Sister opens door for easy circus routine by parents as they fly, hurtle, trip their way to front door.
Sometimes it is just about sheer agility: I really don’t know how to describe the way he got out of the gate at the Providence Children’s Museum, but there was artistry involved.
It all ads up to a summer that should really come with a replay and slow motion button. At least I have my cameras.

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