Carson loves to be in "jail" in Layla's crib. (Uh, yeah, CARSON loves it. *eyes shifting nervously back and forth*...of course, I have nothing to do with it...)
Yesterday, uponst my hearing suspiciously conspiracy-laden giggles escaping her room, I peeked through Layla's doorway to find Lays sliding books to her inmate brother (whose hand was sticking out through two slats to help gather in the book loot) "locked" into the crib. "More, Lays! I need more books!" he'd shriek before he even had the current one inside, but she quickly complied anyway. This had been going on for long enough that there was literally hardly any room for Carson himself in the jail. (These pics are pre-book-conspiracy.) Interesting how well they get along when one is locked up...
"My sole literary ambition is to write one good novel, then retire to my hut in the desert, assume the lotus position, compose my mind and senses, and sink into meditation, contemplating my novel." (Edward Abbey)
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