
Thanks to Ryan and my parents, Brody thinks it is funny to crawl under our picnic table and stick his fingers in the umbrella hole. When he first did this, we all laughed and grabbed at his tiny fingers. But, then I realized that one day, his whole hand could get stuck in there and we would have to call the fire department to come and break it apart safely to remove his hand. Glass would be every where. Brody would be
traumatized. I would no longer have a picnic table to eat on outside. So we started trying to discourage this game. So far, so good. If I have to call 911, I'll let you know.