the gate

I let Harrison have free reign in his room after breakfast. I always gate him in so he can't head for the stairs, he's pretty quick.

I would love to know what Harrison is thinking here. Looks to me like he's saying "What do you think you're doing, do I look happy behind this gate young lady?"

Eating his way through. Always a solution to get through a tough situation.

Oh no, we don't have a baby beaver after all... Nap time for W.H.