Nine years later, three kids in, and we are just now in need of the dreaded tool of toddler maintenance.
The leash.
Really, I'm quite proud. Up till now, we were able to play a pretty good zone defense. But this guy right here, he is just too fast, too unpredictable, too unafraid of peril.
I love him too much to let him jump in front of a moving to car, to let him ride a kangaroo at the zoo, to let him steal from Target.
And it turns out, he kinda likes having a monkey on his back, even in the lashing rain of the city market. Our kids, they've got the Irish resilience.
So, did you leash up your kids? Or are they more of the free-range variety?