When we were growing up, my brother had a little stepstool that had this saying painted on the top step,
"This little stool is mine,
I use it all the time
To reach the things I couldn't,
And lots of things I shouldn't."
Well here I am many years down the road and my little boy has his very own stool. It doesn't have anything painted on it but it might as well have. Every time I turn around he's running by with this little blue booster headed for something he shouldn't be. He's used it to get razors off the bathroom counter, to crawl onto the tub and turn the water on, to try and unlock the front door, as a toilet, and to get into the shelves in his sisters' room. He's also learned how to work all of the child latches we've installed and so now nothing is off limits. Doug was out at Home Depot yesterday buying more hardware to try and foil our one man wrecking crew. Last night, he got into the cabinet under the sink in the kitchen and dumped an entire box of dishwashing detergent. I walked up and said, "Jakie, No, No!" He just looked at me with the biggest, most adorable grin you've ever seen, pointed at his mess and said, "Woah, wow!" How can you stay mad at that??










































