Said job requires you, the applicant, to disengage these chubby legs:
from the rails of the cot.
Every five minutes.
(It’s not as fun as it sounds).
(The chubbiest part of those thighs get squished into the rails tight. I almost had to saw the bars off to set her free earlier today).
(And no, she doesn’t have a cot sheet. It’s a miracle she’s got a cot, this little nomadic baby).