My imaginary son sometimes forgets that he has an older brother or maybe even a younger brother or a big sister or maybe even a smaller sister. What I’m trying to say is that he sometimes forgets that the world sometimes hangs you out to dry for no massively obvious reason. Anyway, things could always be worse. At least I know where he is most of the time:
I wasn’t doing anything, MOm! Honest! I was just hanging around!
Stay right there, I’ll be back to you in a mo!
Like the old adage says, “Spare the hooks, spoil the child!”
Bill Y is massively against that old adage! 😉
Nice technique: lower hooks for younger ones, higher hooks for older. My plan would not have been that complete.
They don’t call me Bill Y “Thorough” Ledden for no reason!
If only I had invested in more hooks 😉
A large family have we?
I think my sister and I did this to our younger brother once. It was easy to keep an eye on him.
If you do this with keys, you’ll never lose them!