Children don’t seem to realize that some things are decorative. Case in point: my jar full of colorful dominos. It seems like every child that darkens my door and spots them on the desk wants to play with them – and their indulgent, anti-disciplinarian parents are more than willing to let them. This is the third time this week that I’ve caught Aggie in the living room with a wayward domino in her mouth. I know they’re too big for her to choke on, but still. Guess I’ll have to move the jar to a spot where it will be unseen by little eyes looking for toys - like my reading table in the living room. I say lash the troublemakers to their car seats, roll the windows all the way down and leave the little rugrats in the car, but that’s just me.
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