Somebody thinks that just because he is 17 months old he can do whatever he wants. Eat whatever he finds wants! Run around wherever he wants! CLIMB whatever he wants! Chappy pushes chairs and footstools across to wherever he needs them and then gets on up there all by himself. Looking out the windows doesn’t bother me, but getting on top of the dining room table is a No Go around here.
And I’ve received a request to deter the chair-scraping-across-kitchen-floor thing as it is reportedly quite loud in someone else’s basement office directly below.
