His morning occupation revolved around removing as many things from the (very disorganized)
 container cupboard as possible.



His afternoon ramblings included a sojourn into the bathroom,
where he had a lot of fun as well, as you can see.



So now we're vigilantly keeping bathroom doors closed. There are too many things to find,
the toilet brush being one of them. (My nightmares of Little Man include grotesque things like that, and chicken poo also factors in largely.)  Aghhh!