Get your bare ass off my coffee table. Thanks!

Braden figured out how to lock the little twist lock in the middle of the doorknobs.  I nearly got locked outside Thursday morning while watering the plants.  Luckily, the garage door was open and the entry door in the garage was unlocked still. 

I left him watching a video.  Was gone all of about 5 minutes.  Another lesson in “Never turn your back on the toddler, you freaking moron.”

Little bugger climbed up and pulled the blinds shut after he locked the door.

Just what the hell do you think he was up to?

He had the “innocent puppy-dog” look on his face when I returned.

But that doesn’t much help when you’re sitting on the coffee table with your diaper off.

Toddlers.  It’s like their brains are half “Evil Genius,” half “Drooling Moron.”

Then again, the Drooling Moron Act is probably just part of his Evil Genius.

 

 

I can’t decide if I should just always take my keys with me when I feed the dog or water the plants now, or if I should just put duct tape around Braden’s fingers.  What do you think?