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i was standing in the little fridge room, putting something away. there are two locked doors -- one to the basement, one to the outside -- and a doorway with a foot-pedal baby gate in it. (this little room is very useful. when i'm using the oven, i often trick paul into going into the room and close the gate behind him so i can open the oven door without fear of him getting underfoot.)

paul: mom? [closes baby gate behind him]
me: oh hi, paul.
paul: got big supwize for you.
me: really?
paul: close eyes.
me: okay. [close eyes]
paul: [tries to open gate, but it's locked] [rattles gate] mom? open eyes.
me: [opens eyes] want me to open the gate for you?
paul: [sheepish] mm-hmm.



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