Hmmm, this cavity looks inviting! Just the size of my hand!
Nope. As hard as he tried, Carson could not rescue the keys. I even turned the thing sideways and tried to shake them out. No luck. Fortunately, they were not important keys. Not important to us anyway. I had put an old key on a key chain and Carson thinks it's the key to the lawn mower. So it is VERY important to him. The only word we hear more than mama, dada, and uh-oh, is "mo-mo" which means mower. He is absolutely infatuated with the ride-on mower. He thinks that the mower sleeps a lot because when we don't have time to take him down to look at it, we always say, "the mower is night-night right now Carson". That usually satisfies him until an hour later when he wants to wake up the mo-mo.