Need I Say More?

Today I have to be mean and buy a baby-proofer thing for the door knob. We'll see if that works.

PS. The last picture is to show the kitchen shears he brought into bed to cut the Popsicle open. He also looks a bit confused, because I took his frozen goodness away from him.

PSS. The upshot from this whole independence that my children seem to have is that he kept telling me he had a dirty diaper. I kept telling him that I would change him when I was done setting up the girls with their breakfast. He came back to me later with a bare bottom and holding a clean diaper and his pair of shorts. The little boy had dumped the poop into the toilet, flushed it, and thrown the diaper away in the trash can!