Childproofing

My niece has a wee young 'un who is a fast learner - she was walking before she was a year old, so now she she's a year and a week old she's running like a crazy, laughing, giggly fiend.  Seriously.  I've seen photos and videos.  It's awesome.

So my niece posted this article last week about why a blogger mom prefers that you come to her  home instead of you inviting her to your lovely, unstained, fancy adult home. 

It has me thinking about my own childhood.  A bunch of my mom's friends from when I was learning to walk where still her friends when I was a teenager. The stories I used to hear where all identical, "Your mom would walk into a place and start putting things up where you couldn't reach them when you came to visit because you were such a wild child!"

Uhhhh... or maybe this happened because, like my niece, my mom had the first kid and nobody else's place was childproof?  I know that if I invited a friend with a toddler over to my apartment, I'd probably have to spend a couple of hours rearranging half my apartment and tying up things that are totally in places that the little one can't get to because my cat can't open the cupboard with the toxic chemicals, and she's old enough that she doesn't rub along all the pretty sparkly breaky things that are near the ground. And trust me, there's no way I'm putting a toilet lock on.  This is why I don't invite folks with toddlers over - it's not fair to any of us, and my things will be broken or ruined in some fashion that I can't even conceive of.

Plus, I was baby in the 70s - everybody sat on the ground on beanbag chairs back then, so I assume everybody's cups were on the floor or on stools and tables that were exactly my height. 

I found this on google image search, but the link was broken.
If you know who I can give photo credits to, please let me know!