Finn has outsmarted the baby gate. The moment I head for the kitchen, Finn runs to the opposite side of the house and starts angrily cursing at me in his "mother tongue".
"BUKA-BUKA-BUKA- BA! BUKA-BA! BUKA-BA"!, he warns.
Charging across the living room LIKE A FREAKING DETERMINED LINEBACKER, he throws himself onto our gate, toppling it over.
The trash can now sits on the kitchen counter.
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