Watch your step
As I walk through my living room I feel as though I am behind enemy lines. Take one wrong step and you hear the subtle crack of a cheerio crushing beneath your heel. Brush against a toy as you pass and an annoyingly chipper musical alarm is set off. Set down your iPhone and turn your back for a second and it is whisked away by tiny ninja hands. My 11 month old son has booby trapped my entire house.
I live in fear.















