Toddler Squeezes Through The White House Fence

[mahatmakanejeeves]

APR 18, 2:24 PM

A Toddler Squeezed Through The White House Fence
Jordan Pascale



U.S. Secret Service uniformed division police officers carry a young child who crawled through the White House fence on Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, Tuesday, April 18, 2023.

Nancy Benac / AP Photo

A tiny intruder snuck through the White House fence on Tuesday morning, the Associated Press reports.

Secret Service was alerted that a toddler had squeezed through the five-and-a-half-inch gap between the fence posts on the northern Pennsylvania Avenue side of the White House. An AP White House news editor spotted the incident and snapped a photo.

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Secret Service spokesman Anthony Guglielmi said officers walked across the lawn and “encountered a curious young visitor along the White House north fence line who briefly entered White House grounds.” Officers reunited the family and briefly questioned the parents before allowing them to go on with their day.

President Joe Biden was at the executive mansion at the time, according to his schedule, and the complex was briefly locked down.

The breach is one of the first for the National Park Service’s new 13-foot tall fence, which recently replaced an old six-foot, six-inch fence.

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[Walleye]

1. We are only lucky is a child didn't have a gun

[riversedge]

2. "Safe slat distance: The distance between slats must be no more than 2-3/8 inches (6 centimeters) to

5 and a half width of the WH is a far cry from 2 and 3/8 inches deemed to be safe.

I am not saying the fence should be replaced. Curios little ones sure are a lot of work keeping an eye on--I know because I watch my little niece at times. I am exhausted by the time the mom gets home from work.





Safe slat distance: The distance between slats must be no more than 2-3/8 inches (6 centimeters) to protect infants from falling out and toddlers from trapping their heads between the slats.


https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-1-d&q=what+is+legal+crib+width+between+rails%3F

[SouthernDem4ever]

3. Where were the parents?

[marble falls]

5. Um ... as a child I had to be leashed. By the time I was eight, I had gotten stitches in my head ...

... seven times.

Once two nuns asked my mother why I was leashed like a dog. My mother said, "better a live dog than a dead duck, sister!"

At he Cleveland Zoo there were picnic benches on the ledges overlooking the zoo. My parents had tied me to the bench while they played cards with an uncle and aunt, after a while my mom realized I was nowhere to be seen. They followed the lead and found me over the ledge and hanging over the side enjoying the view.

My youngest could disappear in a blink of an eye.

Probably nothing wrong with the parents. The kid is a 'busy' kid and I understand it. Like Hillary Clinton wrote, "It takes a village to raise a child."

[Irish_Dem]

7. How many heart attacks did you give your mother?

Poor woman. I guess she should have tied you to the picnic bench.

Yes some children are a bit higher energy than other kids.

[marble falls]

8. Pahlenty!!!! At eight I had stiches on my forehead from Mr Brown backing over me with his car ...

... Two weeks later I cut my hand on a glass jar that broke in my hand and took a four hour surgery to re-connect the tendon to my thumb.

I was riding Jimmy Pepke's bike when Mr Brown hit me and in Jimmie's backyard when I cut my hand and discovered how far a heart can pump blood (about 10ft). I was banned from the Pepke property until Mrs Pepke thought she was safe from being sued.

At twelve I bow-broke my wrist at Tim McClusky's house jumping off a swing just goofing around.

Still have most of the scars - from putting my head through my grandparent's coffee table, pulling a broken pickle crock off a counter onto my head, fell off a Royal Castle burger stool spinning on it, got my scalp cut doing somersaults with a cousin in the backseat of a fifties car that had a hand-strap across the front seat back when I grazed a screw on the end trim piece, my sister tossed a book at me and the plastic binding putting cut me across the scar from getting under Mr Brown's car. One more I just can't remember. And I did have stitches on my knee after exploring a closed construction site and crawling over a set of rollers at four when we lived in Euclid.

There's more but I'd need to write the book, seriously.

I broke my knee twice one summer in my thirties. I was a sucker for a dare. A motor cycle and just goofing around with my youngest brother who was a rough neck like me.

[Irish_Dem]

9. Your poor mother.

The one about getting run over by a car must have been heart stopping for her.

Poor you, that is a lot of injuries. Very painful ones.

Have you learned your lesson Marble?

[marble falls]

10. My mother was known as "The Dragon Lady" when she was with a bank in AZ ...

... she used to go to branches to figure out who was defalcating bank funds.

At home, we referred to her as "the Snake" - she could get her slipper off, whack you and get it back on before you knew what hit you.

She was well loved by us six kids and 28 grand children and made it to 90 before passing very quickly and painlessly of cancer.

She like my grandmother were tough, but gentile women. My mother was born fifty years too early. She have done even better in a more equal time.

A great sense of humor: once my dad (who has an extremely casual relationship with electricity) we moving and wiring in a fountain in the back yard. I asked if he had flipped the breaker. And as soon as he said "if you only touch one wire, you're safe" he took a serious zap.

When we went into house for lunch, he said to my mother - "you'll never guess what happened to me!"
She said, "you got shocked."
"Who squealed?"
"You did. I heard you clear in the living room."

The lesson for me now is: man, it still hurts!

I got yelled at by my wife for riding my big KZ1000 standing on the seat in front of my daughters. A few weeks later I took my girls to the shop to get some parts. As I'm talking to the parts guy, I hear, "Hey daddy! Look at us!"

I turn around and there they are in the show room standing on the seats of two dirt bikes.

The youngest was a quiet dare devil and still is to some degree. She went to UT/Corpus Christi before deciding marine archeology was more interesting than Oceanography. One of her jobs was to put on scuba tanks and hand feed the sharks. The female sharks would not tolerate males in the tank with them. My youngest, about five-five and 100lbs loved a challenge.

She graduated from A&M summa cum laude, and the eldest graduated summa cum laude from St Edwards in Austin, taught school for some years and then taught banking software for a developer and has taken a left turn and is the IT head for a hospital in St Augustine.

My son has done very well, too. I'd say how well but I am starting to get into bragging territory.

Life has been very, very good to me. Could have been killed by my stupidity any number of times. No brag.

[Irish_Dem]

11. Thanks for sharing!

Quite a story.

So glad you are still living which at times in your childhood must have seemed like a long shot.

Your mom sounds like quite a woman, yes today she would probably own the banks.

Glad to hear your kids channelled their inner daredevils into constructive paths.
Hand feeding sharks, no thanks.

Smart kids you have, all of them. They have done well. You have a right to brag all you want.

[marble falls]

12. I sent them to circus school in Evanston when we lived in Chicago. Fearless girls.

[Irish_Dem]

13. They come by it honestly.

[marble falls]

4. This one went over the fence ...

[Bev54]

6. Trump would have rushed to the bunker.