We have those darn door handles that you just pull down to open. Way too easy for smartypants. So, the other day, Mike added a few heavy round handles to a few doors. When Jesse crawled up to Abe's room for his usual mischief and found that his door opening abilities had been stymied (you know how he LOVES not only to access his mischief, but how he loves simply to open and shut doors over and over), he collapsed in utter weeping misery.
But, he quickly found something to take the place of the few doors he now can't open. We have bar stools that rotate, or at least they did rotate, but they don't much anymore because Jesse has discovered that if he prys the top off of a stool, he can take the little thing that makes it rotate off and play with it. And, he can even pop out the little silver discs out of it so that even when we put it back on, it will no longer rotate anything.
Look at that little stinker. So happy with all his naughty smartness. I love him.