Margaret has developed an intriguing habit of climbing into small boxes.*
And she does this an awful lot.
She manages to extract herself, though. Usually.
I do worry a bit about the Sylvia Plath impression with the oven, but luckily we haven’t had it hooked up to the gas, so she won’t get very far.
*Perhaps it isn’t that intriguing, but it is awfully cute.
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