When we first arrived down south.
Dylan couldn't walk.
He was still drinking breast milk.
And only saying "DaDa."
The lock on this door was FAR out of reach.
Everything was safe.
The baby was contained.
But this morning.
He is the key-master.
And easily unleashes his favorite thing..
With the flick of his hand
He can waltz right out...
"Side!"
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