Lock It Up

Sure, Mom had locked all the cupboard doors, where the good stuff was. Rat poison...dish liquid...Murphy's Oil Soap...Drano. But Mom underestimated Tina. After all, she was also the fool who had given her keys to keep her occupied all those hours in the playpen. Tina knew which key went where, simply by paying attention. The high chair was a perfect vantage point. When Mom went down on the sofa for her afternoon nap, Tina would find something special in the locked cupboard to put in the sugar bowl. How Mom loved her Splenda!