This is my sad face, which I have been perfecting. Notice the slight upturned chin and pinned back ears.
Dad made this and Mom painted it to match the floor. It is attached to the wall on the left side, and rolls out on the right. Sorry to all of you who might get one of these installed as a result of this post. Twinkie, you might just curse me at this point.
You know what they say. You do the time, you have to pay the price. Well we kept "making stains", as Joe Stains would say, in the kitchen. Don't know why, but I just really favor pee pees on the tile floor. Mom kept saying "the kitchen, REALLY????". The woman has locked us out! She had Dad make this gate with his own two hands and now we can't go in there and knock the dish towel down to roll on it, or snark up anything that is inadvertently dropped while cooking. Boo on you mom.