Oscar's latest obsession is the washing machine. He will crawl with lightning speed and yelps of excitement from one end of the flat, through the kitchen and into the not-so-very-clean utility room in order to play with - yes, you guessed it - the washing machine door.
If he can't get to the washing machine, he'll stare mournfully at his object of desire, face pressed to the utility room glass door.
Anyhow, my mum has told me to keep the washing machine door shut. I guess she thinks he might lock himself inside?
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