On Friday night Phil was out for the evening and it was just Jackson and I. It was time for dinner so I put him down on his blanket in the living room so that I could make myself something to eat and clean up some stuff in the kitchen. I knew that he was scooting around the floor and figured he was fine since no stairs were in the direction he was headed. Finally I looked up from what I was doing only to see the following:


Needless to say, I was glad that he hadn't figured out that if he turned his head to the side he could have made it under the loveseat!
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