I’d like to say that I have child locks on everything, but I just don’t. The drawers in our kitchen are too close together so if you put one of those latches on them, there isn’t enough space to get your finger in to open them. I do have a sliding cabinet lock under the sink so the cleaners, candles and cat food are inaccessible, but every once in a while, I hear that familiar click. Mr. Man actually figures out how to open it.
The pantry doors are too hard for him to open, but if I leave one agape while I make my coffee, there he is, removing a Mr. Man sized bag of veggie straws.
In the family room he is constantly in the end tables. I had to empty the drawers after he insisted on eating the batteries and crumpling the stamps. Oh and trying to choke to death on a flash drive.
The TV stand also has drawers and in there Mr. Man gets to pull out and throw around cloth diapers and DVDs.
In our master bath, Mr. Man loves to remove the bottles of Windex and Woolite. This morning while I went to the bathroom, he was quite content playing with a boxed, most likely long expired, pregnancy test. There is no excuse for this cabinet’s lack of lock. Just my laziness and the fact that the extra lock I have fell between the washer and dryer.
I am looking forward to the end of this phase. This kid has a ton of toys at his disposal. A bunch of brand new trucks, things that make noise, all of Little Miss’s toys, but the only things he is interested in are the remote controls, the batteries and generally all things that could kill him. Thank god the kitchen knives and barbeque lighter are secured because I am sure he would find them to be fantastic playthings.