From the top of the stairs, Jake glared at his older sister playing with the shoes. Ella seemed nervous, but not worried; she'd grown used to standing behind the Summer Infant Baby Gate for quite some time now, and she knew the designated area it created would go away eventually... if she was patient. Jake, however, had no such experience. And he was beginning to get frustrated.
"Oh, I doubt that, Jake. This Summer Infant Baby Gate is made to keep babies like you safely locked away. But I'll play your little game. Suppose you do. Suppose you figure out a way. Mom and Dad are due home any second. And what will they see then? Me, sitting quietly, and you, without your shoes, dangling over Ella's baby gate like some kind of parkourista. Who do you think they'll blame first, Jake? I know where I've got my money."