rhinos of a feather

Drew got Asher out of bed on Saturday morning and suddenly yelled for me to come...and bring the camera.

Little man had {somehow!} worked his rhino covered foot in through the tiny space between the snaps on the other foot.

Back to normal.  Thanks, Daddy.

I have a feeling this won't be the last, um, situation he gets into that I can't figure out.

Knock on wood that Houdini doesn't figure out a way out of his crib!