Now that LTD has become fond of standing up in his crib, he reminds me of that one scene from every prison movie where the newly jailed convict thrashes against the bars demanding to see the warden. What used to be the safe loving environments of the crib and playpen has now become “baby jail.” Instead of a metal cup, he drags his pacifier across the bars protesting his incarceration. My philosophy mirrors McGruff the Crime Dog, ‘don’t do the crime, if you can’t do the time.’ I guess some would argue that crawling towards the dog dish isn’t really a crime, but I would suggest that those people never had to go to the bathroom during the day. Don’t call Amnesty International just yet, the little guy doesn’t mind being in captivity as long as it isn’t for too long. In fact, sometimes he plays with his toys just fine on the inside before he gets paroled. And if he should feel like taking a nap while in the penitentiary all the better, besides I hear that is a good way to pass the time.