Hmmm...

This baby gate is tougher than I thought. My robot can't even penetrate it.

This Is Not Good

I woke up this morning to find some immobilizing shenanigans blocking the entrance to my kitchen. I'm not quite sure the meaning of this obstruction, but I know one thing: I don't like it. I'm trying to convince Mom with my very-sad-face that this roadblock hurts my feelings. It doesn't seem to be working; It appears she LIKES being in the kitchen without the floor littered with dirty dishes I have saved from the dishwasher. How can this be? If I can't manipulate her with my gorgeous face I'll have to find some other way around this domestic Berlin Wall. No doubt my attempts will be merciless.