Teddy Bear is at the age where he's opening all the cabinets he can reach and pulling everything out.
Normally I don't mind.
I have never minded. But to be fair, Hulk and Viking Girl were never really interested in what I kept underneath the sink. I remember showing them how to open cupboards, pulling out pots and pans, and then giving them a spoon so they could make their own little drum set. They would indulge me for two seconds and then crawl away.
Not Teddy Bear. My kitchen is now a war zone with potatoes, onions, pots, and lids strewn all over the place.
Hulk hates it. Whenever Teddy starts opening cupboards I hear Hulk yell, "Mom! He's getting into the pots! He's going to break something!" To which I reply, "they're made of metal, I would be impressed if he did break them." Disgusted with my lack of response Hulk then takes it on himself to move everything he deems breakable out of Teddy's reach.
Today, Teddy finished his breakfast before Hulk and Viking Girl. I then set him on the floor to roam and explore. He made his way over to the pantry. After taking a bite out of one of the sweet potatoes kept on a shelf next to the pantry, he opened the door and started playing with the assortment of oil and vinegar bottles I keep on the bottom shelf. Hulk watched and expressed his concern for the glass vinegar bottles. I asked him to not worry while I tried to slice a peach for my breakfast.
A moment later Hulk rushes over to Teddy and exclaims that Teddy had removed the lid for the olive oil. I thanked Hulk for stopping Teddy, secretly impressed that Teddy had managed to remove the lid. I assumed that some olive oil would have leaked onto the floor (it was a brand new bottle that I had opened not two days before) but it wasn't until I closed the pantry door and saw the big puddle in front of the kitchen door that I realized the extent of the mess that Teddy had made.
I needed to mop the kitchen floor anyways. I just wish he had given me the opportunity to sweep first.
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