This, my friends, is the definition of safety:
A child in a Bumbo on the middle of the dining room table playing with a plastic bag with a glass jar at her feet. Seriously, the only thing missing is the crack pipe.
Or the half naked older brother... oh wait, he was there too, being unsafe as well precariously perched on a chair:
I don't think I'm going to be nominated for any parenting awards any time soon. Probably even more so since I actually stopped to take a picture instead of stopping this nonsense.