Here’s the wee destroyer, triumphant over her latest kill.
And now, I must call “Babies ‘R’ Rid-DAMN-diculouslyExpensive” and hassle their furniture department about my weak-slatted crib, only to be told “I’m sorry, but there is nothing we can do about it” culminating in either me sobbing in defeat or threatening to call my lawyer. Seriously, folks. A 15-month-old girl child should not be able to break a wooden slat.
On second thought, what have I been feeding her?