So, the little dude has become quite the master of using boxes, stools and chairs for climbing. Last week he used the bathroom step-stool to climb into his top drawer (of a 3-drawer dresser) where I found him sitting in his sock bin. Yesterday he climbed up on a chair to use a butterknife to help himself to a piece of blueberry coffeecake. I'm never that far away when it happens. But he's little and he's sneaky. I usually think that he is in one place and then I hear (or don't hear--silence is never good) a suspicious noise.
Tonight I needed to vacuum the bedrooms. Knowing his propensity for getting into places he shouldn't be, I brought him upstairs with me and gave him an easy, yet novel, job refilling a bin (which I emptied a few times to keep him busy) in a place where I could easily see him. :)
I'm sure you can see where this is going...after stepping out of my bedroom for literally 2 minutes, this is where I found him...
He pulled the ottoman from the way opposite side of our bedroom into the bathroom. Then he (along with his trusty Bear) proceeded to brush his teeth with J's new toothbrush. Pretty icky for J considering that T has spent the last several weeks keeping tissue companies in business and more recently tossing his cookies. :)