After an exhausting (and very early) morning at the Trolley Run,
Mom and Dad put me down for my afternoon nap.
All was quiet at first.
But then, there was a loud crash (or a series of crashes)
and a thud.
Followed by a lot of crying.
I attempted to liberate myself from the prison they call my crib,
but met up with my toy box and apparently every sharp toy in it
on the way down.
How could this have happened you ask?
Since the crib rail was at my shoulders?
And I was asleep when Mom walked out of my room?
And I had never so much as shimmied my leg up the bars before?
I'll never tell.
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