Toddler-proofing: part 32,489

We thought of everything, supposedly.

The books are on the topmost shelf of the bookshelf behind glass doors - he took care of that Spidey-style.

His clothes are in the oldest dresser we own, the one that you have to really yank on to open it - he's in there almost everyday.

The garage door opener is way out of reach - he knows how to get into the van and press the remote control.

Husband's car door usually requires a certain amount of technique to open - Rascal can do it in 0.6 seconds and uses the seat controls to recline both front bucket seats all the way.

Here's another thing we never thought of: the venetian blinds that I hate and have been planning to replace ever since we moved in.

I was in the kitchen making coffee when I heard, "Hewp, hewp!" from the living room.

There he was - one leg on the floor, the other looped through the slats of the blind, one wrist tangled in the string clutching 3 Hot Wheels, and the other hand hanging onto the back of the couch for dear life. A very precarious situation indeed.

How does he think of these things?