It took him less than 24 hours to figure out the childproof control lock and turn it off. Less. Than. 24. Hours. I don't know whether to sign him up for speech therapy or enroll him at Purdue. Seriously.
I told BJ this morning, "He is your son, and anything short of 'up-up-down-down-left-right-left-right-A-B-A-B-select-start' is just too easy for him."
So I'm back to putting a gate in the laundry room door to keep him away from the BUTTONS! which is troublesome. There's no door there. Happily, the downstairs bathroom is on the other side of the laundry room, so one gate keeps him out of both areas.
There is no way to keep him away from the dishwasher, though, and he knows how to turn it off (whether the childproof control is activated or not) by opening the door. This stops the cycle. We just run it at night or while he's napping, because otherwise we find a half-run dishwasher full of dishes sitting open and not running about 72 times per cycle.
The girls really lulled me into a false sense of parenting security. They got into stuff occasionally, but Jack takes it to a new level. Maybe I'm just older and more tired this time around.
A basement! My kingdom for a basement!