Trapped

Our living room is like a giant play pen. We have a gate at one entrance and Jason has makeshift gate out of our table leaf and some chairs, at the other. It's great because we can put him in for a little bit to play with toys, his brother, us, whatever. But now he is starting to HATE the sound of that gate shutting or going in because he know he's trapped.
INJUSTICIA!!! INJUSTICIA!!!! Don't worry little one, we're taking down the gates sometime this week then your free to roam to your hearts content!