A plea for help

After David was excused from the dinner table, he went out in the backyard to play. A few minutes later, Greg and I, who were enjoying some nice adult conversation, heard a faint, "Help! Help me!" We ignored it at first, but quickly thought better of it. We found David stuck in the toy box outside.

(I want you all to know that David does wear shorts over his underpants in public, and even sometimes at home, though never when I feel inspired to take his picture.)