We have this room in our house under the stairs. We call it the Panic Room because both of our cats, in times of dire emergency, have fled there and not come out for days. They had never previously set foot in the room. The Panic Room door is about a foot wide and four feet high, as demonstrated by this turtle.
Once on the inside, you may notice a series of carpet staples poking out of the ceiling.
Or the unprotected water and sewage pipes…
the “cotton candy”…
and of course the bare light bulb right at forehead level:
Oh, and a sprinkling of these.
But imagine if you discovered there was this room in your house where your toddler will disappear for an hour of time and play independently and even if he starts yelling, “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” at worst it just sounds like doves cooing. Wouldn’t you at least be tempted? Just a little?
Ahhhh, there’s nothing like writing a blog post to the cooing of doves in the background.