when my son was two, i was sleeping in one morning while his daddy was at work, and finally i woke up to hear this quiet sort of, rustling (?) noise coming from the kitchen area. "that's odd" i thought, because the baby gates, both to the hallway AND to the kitchen, were up, and he would have had to get past *both* gates... so i laid in bed awhile... and finally got up to check -- and he had indeed gotten past both baby gates, gotten in the pantry, and took off EVERYTHING, and i mean *EVERYTHING* from the bottom few shelves... he had sampled handfulls of both the peanut butter and the shortening, he had "made juice" on the floor, using all of our reserves of bottled water and all of our powdered juice mixes... sugar, flour, baking powder, everything, ALL of it was on the floor, from the pantry, out into the dining room and on the entire kitchen floor.
but that wasn't the worst of it! so... i cleaned it all up of course, and a few days later ~ i had gotten in the habit of stacking chairs in the hallway at night, in addition to the double baby gates, which i figured that he couldn't get past. i mean, *i* couldn't get past them without disassembling everything..... well a few days later i woke up to that same rustling sound, rushed out, and there he was, happily making juice with -- all of the new stuff i had bought to replace all of what he had used up before!
: he had taken down both baby gates and moved the chairs all just enough to get past them. i STILL don't know how he managed it. it was the exact same mess ALL OVER AGAIN.
i think that was about the time we started sleeping with him again
and he was so sweet and perfect while he was doing it too.
just happily mixing and pouring and painting and smearing... on the floor.