Smart or Not?

Did we mention he likes to play with keys? All of the doors in our house have keys in them and Ezra can't get enough, touching, turning and pulling keys out of the keyholes. After another day of Ezra demanding to be held next to the door to play with the keys, I finally decide to use my brain instead of my brawn. My solution:
I felt pretty proud of myself for coming up with this. Maybe the baby gods were smiling on me today. Hopefully I didn't outsmart myself. I'm hoping that the next post isn't about Ezra's visit to the emergency room with a broken arm from falling out of his highchair.