Funny fire story: Early 60's. My younger brother's crib was by the wall. He was being potty trained and decided to give it a go - right against the wall, some dripped and some scored right into an outlet. Fire started, all got out of the house safely. My dad was playing golf with the fire chief when the call came in! Oops, that's my address!
Needless to say, after the clean up, his crib was moved.
We all learned to be careful with outlets.
Needless to say, after the clean up, his crib was moved.
We all learned to be careful with outlets.
Those little buggers get embedded in the pile of the fabric and are pert-near impossible to get out. I probably got about 90%, so I'm feeling accomplished
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