We've fenced Margaret in, and anyone who teaches her that song will be on my list.
Actually, she doesn't need anybody else's words to protest her confinement. In fact, she doesn't even need her own.* She just uses a well-placed scream or two. Actually, she rather likes her fenced-in half of the dining room.
It's an excellent place to play.
And sit up. Did I mention that she learned to sit up?
*Which is good, because she doesn't really have any words, exactly. Unless lalalalalala is a word.
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