About two minutes into my quick-dry, Benton walked in the back door and asked if I could see Parker. I told him he was in the kitchen and was fine because he wasn't crying. Benton told me to come look, and this is what I saw:
In less than two minutes alone, he had crawled on top of a chair and on top of the kitchen table. He was sitting on his knees with my iPhone on one hand and the tv remote in the other. Sheeesh!
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