I sometimes wonder if we who deal with tortitude in the extreme love them in spite of it, or because of it! I think, probably a bit of both! Thankfully, Hek has become something of a furry little soccer ball in her old age, and no longer jumps up to get into the upper cabinets, so I have a safe place to stash things. Our lease won't allow child locks, which is absurd. At some point, some child will poison themselves, and the complex will get sued, and that bit of idiocy will end.
