It almost always ends poorly, but the boys love to play in the laundry baskets. I mean someone always ends up trapped, or bumped, or with a smashed finger. But it sure is fun while it last.
And it's been going on for as long as they've been mobile.
I suppose one day they won't fit, so we will flop and push and hide in the baskets for as long as it last.
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Goodness! Do they treat them like those Indiana Jones jeeps/carts? Mine do! Agggghhhh!
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