El preso

We took #1GS to an instore play area in a big department store in town, hoping to leave him having wonderful supervised fun for up to an hour (3 euros) while we had a cheeky little cortado or two in the cafe next door.
Although a veteran of children's play areas, for some reason he took against this one, maybe because all the nets and fences looked a bit like a prison, and he managed to get stuck in a place he couldn't get out of. His parents had to crawl in to drag him out, yelling the place down.
Aren't kids a joy, and how on Earth did I manage to raise 4 of the blighters?