A few comments about the ridiculousness of this picture:
(1) The crib was totally sagging on the right side as soon as my husband climbed into it.
(2) Chloe, of course, wanted to join them. However, not only was there no more room, but then we would have had a collapsed and broken crib. She didn’t like the fact that she was excluded from the fun one bit, and pouted about for a good 15 minutes before calming down.
(3) We are not ready to buy Sophie a bed yet, so there’s no need to destroy it. Because, as my loyal readers know, Sophie has shown absolutely no aptitude for climbing out of it. In fact, I tried encouraging her again the other day. No aptitude for climbing out, no need to spend $500 on a bed. The math is simple. Why she still hasn’t figured it out is beyond me – she’s pushing 30 months now. The window of opportunity is getting smaller and smaller.
(4) This leads me to my final observation. Like father, like daughter. Once Papa was in the crib, he couldn’t get out either. It’s all in the genes.