Okay, true story...
This morning, DS1 (nearly 5) woke up before the rest of us, approximately 6:30am. I heard him roaming around, but thought nothing of it since he is often up before we are on a weekend. He knows how to get himself fruit or crackers or cereal from the kitche. Anyhow, there were three sleeping adults in the house. What could happen??
Around 7:30am, he comes padding into our bedroom, saying "mommy, I need help. My shirt is wet." Not sure what is going on, I grab his arm, and it is *sticky* and smells like maple syrup. This grabs my attention FAST and I am AWAKE.
He is covered in maple syrup. Completely confused (his answers are not making any sense, something about a secret agent...), I walk him to the hallway to get in the bath, only to find a LAKE OF MAPLE SYRUP in the hall.
He had emptied an entire $15 bottle of real maple syrup all over the floor, then slipped and fell in it. There was maple syrup on the walls. On the floor. All over him.
Turns out he was trying to recreate something from the Backyardigans (secret agent maple syrup - for when you want something to be sticky).
'Course, this is a kid who at age two:
1. stacked cardboard boxes (from the recycling) so he could climb to grab my car keys out of the keyrack.
2. figured out how to open the deadbolt on the back door.
3. figured out how to unlock my car door.
4. climbed into my car driver's seat
5. figured out how to put the key in the ignition, and was busy trying to start my car when I found him.
I had been in the bathroom.
Thank god for ignitions which won't start without having the clutch depressed fully. I think he has figured that out too, but since his legs aren't long enough...
; )