They erected a miniature Baby Prison in the kitchen! Now, I know that mommy and daddy have lots of things to do there, but still, throwing me in a little jail cell? They stand over me like guards, at times, even armed with kitchen knives!
Okay, yea, it is the kitchen, but where is my one phone call? My Miranda rights? The Red Cross packages? Huh? At least give me some pots and pans so I can MAKE SOME NOISE!
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