A's room has french doors. We have a gate up but we can close the doors. He loves to open and close them. Last night K was going to let him play a little longer and I said good night. I hopped the gate knelt down to kiss him good night and WHAM one of the french doors hits me on the forehead. I fell over holding my head tears in my eyes laughing a little bit and went to take a shower. Nice one little A...nice.
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