I was in the kitchen last night, dead tired, getting formula ready or something, and suddenly I heard the sounds of heavy footsteps--somebody was in the apartment.

I froze for a split-second while it sank in, and then whirled and saw somebody coming toward me.

With a huge, proud, ecstatic grin on his face. Wearing a sleeper with footies.

Mac has learned to escape from the Punkin Pen.

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