Samantha, left, and Lexi at just under 15 months. Monica says they are adorable. Then they come indoors, get their treats at the door and, like the hoodlums they truly are, run past the baby gate on the stairs up to the bedroom, where they gobble down Zippy, the cat's, dry food. Dr. Spock blames the parents, says I should have closed the gate completely. Says if I keep this up, they'll grow up to be obese and indolent. That sounds like a solution. Get them fat and lazy and I won't have to chase them around. Then I can get obese and indolent, too. I think I'll have another Ritz with peanut butter while I ponder thus further -- or is it farther?.