Doing Time

My baby just made a run for it. Apparently, even as lax as we are at our house, it was too much for him. He can't handle the bed time and the sporadic baths, the constant diaper changes and the nagging about not trying to kill himself. He was spied in front of our house on his way down our gravel road for parts unknown. A foot chase ensued and he was returned home by his mother and his older brother who cares for nothing so much as he does making sure his brother is confined at home. He has since been sentenced to an evening restricted to indoor play only-unless supervised by a responsible adult. We're waiting anxiously for one of those to show up at the house. This picture was not taken at the time of the offence but at an earlier date, no doubt during or after another incident. There seems to be a lot of incidents with this one.