Sentenced to some to time in the pen for
DOUBLE TROUBLE FOR A FIRST-TIME DAD OF TWINS
‘WHAT do you call those baby cages? You can just drop the twins in there and leave them,’ I asked Victoria.
After some initial confusion, Victoria’s answer was play-pens, and although the honesty of baby cage is appealing, it’d be a brave company who launched a product with that name.
This sudden need for somewhere to imprison the twins had arisen very quickly.
A fortnight ago, I could lay them on the playmat, throw them a variety of toys and settle back to watch them
for a bit before reading my paper.
However, yesterday, I followed the same routine and was only halfway through the latest real-life adventures of Donald J Trump when I realised it had all gone quiet.
I looked up to see Thomas in the corner of the living room playing with an electrical cable.
This wasn’t great. But Emma was missing, which was worse.
I jumped up and tackled the visible baby first, gently removing him from the electricity supply to the floor lamp.
The next problem was Emma, who was currently AWOL. I checked the hallway, dining room and kitchen but nothing.
Then I heard a shuffling from under the sofa.
I looked down and saw her, commando crawling with a rattle in her mouth, through the