Today, during assorted trips to the bathroom on my part, Jamie has;
1) Climbed up on the dining room table and found both a not-quite-empty milk cup and the sugar bowl.
2) Gotten out the front door and into the yard.
3) Emptied my entire collection of safety pins out onto the bedroom floor.
3) Dragged a tissue box out of the van into the flower bed and proceeded to tear the tissues into a million tiny, buoyant pieces.
I may not be able to pee again till he's five.