Honey, we need a baby gate…

Husband thought his baby safety gate days were over. Until yesterday, when he received a call from me.
“Husband … is our baby gate still in the attic?” I tentatively enquired. “I’m at Bunnings, they have them on sale for $40 each and I was just thinking …”
“I know where this conversation is going,” he sighed.
Relax, dear reader, it’s not going where you think. Though that would make an awesome blog topic. My site views would go through the roof. It’d be like Molly dying on A Country Practice, but more uplifting (for you, I’d be freaking out).
Here’s where it’s actually going …
“Well, I thought a baby gate would be the perfect way to keep Mr Bunnykins in the family room and stop him chewing his way through all the electrical cords in the house.”
“Won’t he just slip between the bars?”
“Well, I’ll have to cover it in mesh or something …”
“And I’ll have to open it every time I want to go to the kitchen,” he grumbled.
“Isn’t that better than climbing over the suitcases stacked there now?”
Husband thinks it would be better if the doorway didn’t need blockading in any form. He thinks the bunny should be outside, far away from electrical cords. But he’s realized what he thinks no longer matters. It’s about Mr Bunnykins now.
Because I love Mr Bunnykins more than Husband. Joke. Well, Mr Bunnykins is cuter and furrier than Husband. Actually, no he’s not. Our friend’s four-year-old calls Husband Monkey Man. OK … Mr Bunnykins’ fur is softer.
So I’ve fossicked in the attic and discovered the baby gate gone. We must have finally found someone to pass it on to. Damn.
I’ll head back to Bunnings tomorrow and get a new one. Because nothing is too much trouble for Mr Bunnykins.
Mwah!