Storm, how did the get-together go at Uncle Neighbor's house? Did he ever relax at all as far as E goes? (I'm assuming E didn't hang from the chandeliers or anything!)
I think Uncle Neighbor probably just had some sort of anxiety attack and thought little E would get into his stuff. Maybe he's OCD or something...
When I was born (way back in the stone age!), parents didn't "child-proof" their houses. They just taught their kids to "not touch" certain things...like, no, you do not bang on the glass coffee table, and no, you do not throw Grandma's prized glass elephant through her glass French doors. Believe it or not, I don't think it was a big deal. My parents always bragged about how polite and well-behaved I was when visiting their friends and relatives. Of course, I do remember my grandmother having conniption fits whenever I got within six feet of the electric fans or the fireplace...not to mention the electrical outlets.
