We Babies scoff at Danger!

I was reading my book in the front room on our trundle bed. The babies were crawling across the different levels of the bed across me and onto the floor. At some point they disappeared into the entry way and starting playing with something pretty loud. After a few minutes I went over to check on them: Sam was holding an empty plastic box which used to be filled with 2" deck screws. The screws were strewn across the floor. Claire was holding one screw in her hand and one in her mouth. Later my neighbor Maya called me to tell me that I had left the lights on my car. I went outside and turned them off. When I got back to the front door, I couldn't open it because both babies were standing with their hands against the door looking up through the glass at me and smiling. After about five minutes and a considerable amount of caterwalling, I was able to get it open enough to squeeze through. Claire has been experimenting with getting up on all fours on the trundle bed and then standing up for a few seconds before sitting or falling down. On one occasion she fell in such a way that her head hit against the wall. More caterwalling. Sam climbed out of the tub and fell on the floor. More caterwalling. Sam, in playing with Claire, shoved her head against the kitchen cabinet. More caterwalling. Clearly, these babies are not well supervised. That's what they get for hanging out with Dad.