Date: 26 January 2009 19:46:49
If you enter our house you may be baffled by the baby gates. There's one at the top of the stairs - to stop the kids coming out of their room and falling down the stairs. There's one at the bottom of the stairs - to stop them climbing up unsupervised and falling. There's one across the kitchen doorway - to stop them attacking lodgers while they cook (or picking up sharp knives lodgers have left lying around after cooking). And there's one across the 'office' doorway - to stop them messing up Mr Standard's work papers (he works from home) or other precious 'stuff'.
Of course when they were first installed almost 3 years ago we didn't want to bar the cat's route to her litter tray (in the kitchen) or hiding-from-Elder Son spot (in the office). So we raised those gates about 5 inches off the floor so Mitsy could squeeze under them. And she did. And was happy.
Yesterday morning I was in the office and Daughter suddenly appeared beside me. I looked and discovered the gate was closed. Confused, I asked, 'How did you get in?' So she showed me. She laid on the front and wriggled backwards, feet first, under the gate. I am not happy. I will be spending this week lowering baby gates!