Stuck on you

Jackson had been playing quietly and alone for a little while last night. Never a good sign. But eventually he emerged for more leaping and wrestling before bedtime. I didn't think much about the situation until I walked through the kitchen later and found this.

Clothespins . . . on every single drawer and cabinet.

Another strange and mildly OCD moment brought to you by the letters J and H and the number 3.

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