When our toddler first discovered the marvels of the laundry chute, she took her next unsupervised opportunity to go the linen closet and empty it, piece by piece, down the chute until something jammed and she had filled it to the top. This is what it looked like one floor down, bulging out into the room as I worked to unclog it later. This was one of those parental Schroedinger moments existing simultaneously in a state of great delight and terminal frustration.
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