Round and round

George and I have to learn how to childproof the house all over again. The grandson is curious. OK, that is a good thing. Just not when he wants a cast iron sculpture and pulls it over on his head. We have to keep the door to the bathroom closed. Toilet paper is too expensive to be strewn all the over the floor and then shredded. I must admit, the first time was entertaining. Now it is just plain expensive. Child proofing latches need to be bought. Jugged water has to be placed somewhere inaccessible to the boy. The floor is clean but we are all getting a little water logged. My husband gets the worst of it. He is here. I am at work. Asher's mother has classes at the college and a nursing home for her CNA and other acronyms. The other kids have school. That leaves George. It is a learning experience for all of us. I just wonder who is teaching what.