A Toddler's Gotta Do What A Toddler's Gotta Do . . .

Proof that STL is living up to it's "dangerous city" reputation: One morning as I was getting Matthew dressed, I felt something odd in the foot of his sleeper. Inside his pajamas, I found a pocket knife that he had obviously found and slipped into his PJs the night before. All night he slept with the small (and thankfully, closed) knife in his PJs.

Now I have to frisk him not only for toys, but also for weapons before I put him in his bed.