That's disturbing. You're emotionally scarred and will end up badly.

Anya ,'Bring On The Night'


Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Steph L. - Apr 30, 2005 6:41:55 am PDT #6582 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

JZ, I'm so sorry for your loss. Mortality does suck, severely.

Yesterday she taught herself how to remove them. Her daddy can't even remove them

See -- that sort of MacGyver cleverness is why I feared for the fate of your digital camera! She could have turned it into a mind-control device!


Topic!Cindy - Apr 30, 2005 6:56:56 am PDT #6583 of 10001
What is even happening?

Since she is such a busy girl, early on we installed the doorknob covers so she couldn't get into certain rooms our out the front door.
Yesterday she taught herself how to remove them. Her daddy can't even remove them (or put them back). It's been interesting, though she hasn't yet escaped out the front door.
Hook and Eye locks
at the top of each door
Slide bolts, and deadbolts
and chain locks galore
OCD-like lockdowns
for peace that they bring
These are a few of my childproofing things

When the door ope's
When the child flees
When he's being bad
I simply remember my lock-down routine
And then I don't feel so MUCH LIKE HE COULD DISAPPEAR AT ANY GIVEN SECOND.

Hmm. I don't think that scans too well. Must work on it.


Deena - Apr 30, 2005 7:07:06 am PDT #6584 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

You were absolutely right to be afraid, Steph. She could have done anything and we wouldn't have known until it was too late.

The front door has a chain lock that she can't reach, so that's our backup there, and the back door has a very stiff deadbolt just above her head. I think we're safe...about keeping them in...with us. Oh dear.


§ ita § - Apr 30, 2005 7:08:01 am PDT #6585 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Oh dear.

That may very well be the master plan.


Deena - Apr 30, 2005 7:14:14 am PDT #6586 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

If you don't hear from me, send paramedics. Or the National Guard.


Topic!Cindy - Apr 30, 2005 7:16:39 am PDT #6587 of 10001
What is even happening?

The front door has a chain lock that she can't reach, so that's our backup there, and the back door has a very stiff deadbolt just above her head. I think we're safe...about keeping them in...with us. Oh dear.

When Chris was 3 years and about 3 months old, he scaled the gate we had up between the kitchen and the rest of the house. He pushed a kitchen chair over to the door, stood on it, unlocked both the chain lock and deadbolt, and then left to go get a Slurpee.

We were both home. I was napping. Scott was bathing Julia. Ben was watching TV in the living room (where I was napping) with Chris.

I think he might be able to reach the hook and eye locks these days, if he stood on one of our kitchen stools, but we figure it'll at least slow him down. Also, he's five, and knows our address, and phone number.


Deena - Apr 30, 2005 7:17:57 am PDT #6588 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

I remember when that happened, Cindy. I think that's when we bought the doorknob covers.


Steph L. - Apr 30, 2005 7:23:49 am PDT #6589 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

You were absolutely right to be afraid, Steph. She could have done anything and we wouldn't have known until it was too late.

If Kara and Clovis ever pooled their talents, we'd all be screwed.


vw bug - Apr 30, 2005 7:24:50 am PDT #6590 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

My younger brother had this amazing ability to wander off from my parents when he was little. He did it twice in one long weekend when we were in Ohio. The first time was at a mall. He wandered away looking at something, ended up going to the information booth and saying, "Hi. My name is ___________. My mom is looking at wicker baskets, and I lost her." They knew exactly which store mom was at and found her quickly.

The second time was at King's Island. He wandered off, found a litter getter, said, "Hi. My name is ___________. I lost my fambly. Are there toys?" The litter getter took him to the children's lost and found area where he promptly walked in, repeated his phrase and again asked for toys. They told my parents they'd never seen such a calm lost child before.

He never got out of the house...except that one time with me...but we won't go there :)


Deena - Apr 30, 2005 7:31:28 am PDT #6591 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

Mom and dad were notorious for forgetting one of us. My turn was when I fell asleep in church and everyone went home. I had to unlock the church doors and get to the parking lot (down a long, winding, decorative type walk between trees and over a creek), to find only two people (though that's better than none). Mom and Dad had gotten all the way home before they realized they were missing one.

Perkins sent us stuffed animals. Anyone who has seen our house knows we don't need any more stuffed animals, and yet we (meaning Kara and I) are absolutely gleeful at the treasures. I got (through judicious trading and quick fingers) animal, beeker, kermit and gonzo finger puppets. We're sharing the duck-billed platypus. She let Aidan have the red dog, but Kara's keeping all the rest.