He was in his room for his quiet time, which lasts about 30-45 minutes. I went to check on him after about 20 minutes because he was being really really quiet. His door was locked from the inside. Great. That really doesn't mean anything good. I could also smell baby powder. Baby powder?
Yes, baby powder. Two jars of baby powder that were packed up, taped in a box on the very top shelf of his locked closet. Now, there is a single bi-fold door on the closet and a homemade lock. My two older boys can't get in the closet, and I have trouble myself sometimes. For about a week, Sam has been getting into it. But, I figured the top shelf was fine and not a problem. He gets into the closet and plays with pull-ups, lunch boxes, and duffel bags. No big deal.
Well, he apparently scaled the shelves and pulled the one box down without making too much noise. I think it must have landed on the pile of bags and blankets so it didn't make much noise.
This is what I found when I had to unlock his door. Still not sure how to clean it all up and not sure that I really want to tackle it by myself.
(Though I think the picture of his cute little hand print on the dresser is kinda cute).
I am not sure that Lightning McQueen likes the baby powder.
1 comment:
Kate, you are remarkable that you keep your sanity day in and day out. You know that I love Sam and I think he's adorable and lovable and smart. But your Sam stories tire me out! It seems so unfair that it keeps going!
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