The freedom to walk around has, ironically, got Noah nothing but stuck in places for the past month or so. The boy has no sense of perception. Often he will disappear and then you hear a slightly distressed call. By the time we find him, he usually has his head trapped under something. He has no sense to realise that he needs to duck down to get out. We are shifting more furniture than a removals firm. This was Noah stuck under a chair.
Noah, I'm sure you grow up to be quite a bright young man, but that brick head of yours is causing you a lot of hassle right now.
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