Friday Fictioneers: Fence needed

copyright-erin-learyWhen my son was a baby we moved into a house with an open kitchen which was quite a nuisance as we had to keep watching him not to stray into the kitchen area.

One day I had to rush upstairs for something and when I came back I found him sitting in a heap of potatoes and onions, a mixing bowl on his head and a scissor in one hand.

“Mama!” he said, with the widest smile.

From that day on, we had the kitchen fenced off and a gate fixed on the side. Much to my son’s disappointment the gate was always kept closed.

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