...Sitting in my office writing a column because there is no other time around here lately that it is quiet enough to get anything done. I left the house at 6:00, right after Chad went to the gym. I put Lucy in the kitchen. The phone rings--caller ID says it's my house.
Hello?
"Question," Chad says slowly. "How many gates does it take to put Lucy in the kitchen?"
Silence. I am too perplexed to figure out what he is talking about. Then it dawns on me.
Oops.
Our kitchen has two doorways. I only gated one of them, so Lucy spent an hour in the living room having a hey-day with a pair of sunglasses and yesterday's mail.
Upon my realization of this oversight, I couldn't do anything but laugh. Fortunately, Chad couldn't either.
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