This one. In. To. Everything. He can open doors now, too. Nothing is safe from his path of destruction now! Well, except for the couple doors I’ve put child-proof knobs on. The upstairs bathroom since once he ate toothpaste and threw up blue. And the pantry since he’ll grab food, knock over glass jars and spill bags of rice. I found him here today and wasn’t sure how he’d managed to get in it without knocking it over. I later saw him shimmy on his belly backwards to get under the poles. Impressive, really.
