It seems like every time something interesting happens, I end up in my play pen. If only I were a few inches taller, I could see what Mommy was up to. 
Here you can see me looking out at Mommy. (Turns out she was only vacuuming - not so interesting.) As you can see, my "gash" on my forehead is healing nicely. For any who are wondering, I bumped my head on Daddy & Mommy's bed. It sure did bleed a lot. But, I think Mommy cried more than me. I'm not sure why. She wasn't bleeding at all. 
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I think it is politically correct to refer to her fenced off play place as a 'play farm' and not a 'play pen' suggesting that you would dare lock her up and give her boundaries!! Heaven forbid! Glad to see the little tyke is healing so well. Marvelously resiliant creatures.
I reported the incident to the local authorities. Fortunately, BAD parenting is not currently a crime.
If bad parenting were a crime, all my parent teacher conferences would be held at the correctional facility via 2-way glass. But you're not bad parents.
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