And, yes, yes he is sans shirt after getting most of his post-dinner peppermint patty (words he's learned to say, btw) all over himself.
As annoying as the sink climbing is, I'm really quite impressed.
And now he's just got one more to conquer--the downstairs guest bath--before he's out of challenges. Because the final bathroom is the master, and the commode is separate from the sinks, so he'd have to grow about two feet or get some serious cirque skills for that one.
I'm really hoping this phase passes in a couple of weeks, like most of his adventures, so I don't have to permanently damage my house with the child safety locks that work on lever doors like ours.
In the meantime, I'm thinking of large jingle bells as a rudimentary alarm system.
I'll do what I gotta to keep my crazy boy safe!
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