The other day, I could hear Peter calling out for Lizzy. He kept shouting, "Lizzy, come over me! Lizzy, come over me!" I went into the living room and what should I find, but Peter, precariously dangled between the big chair (that he had pushed over) and the couch making a tunnel. Obviously, he wanted Lizzy to come and crawl through. When he saw me, a disappointing second choice, he told me matter of factly, "No, you go mommy. You go over there (pointing to the hallway)." Lizzy quickly bounded into the room, giggled, and popped through the tunnel. I'm happy to report this game had a quick, and safe, ending.
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