his sister's keeper

i was in the kitchen a couple of days ago, getting their lunch ready when Q came in and started pulling me to the living room, saying very urgently, "momma. sister. chee." (chee is what quentin calls the television. don't ask - i don't get it.) when we got to the living room i saw why he came to get me. pickle was trying to pull herself up on the TV cabinet. i am terribly fearful of the TV falling on top of the kids so i always "yell" at them to keep away. Q was worried for his sister. either that or just tattling on her!