Yesterday I spied on my son. Turns out I’m no Nancy Drew, because I did NOT solve the mystery. Back to Spy school I go!
Let me explain. Peter’s room is basically the only “Peter safe” room in the house. My dear Dad turned the bedroom door into a barn door, whereby we can lock the bottom half and leave the top half open. In essence, we are able to lock Peter in his room for short periods of time (don’t judge) and still be able to hear what he is doing. Mostly.
You may note that I put quotation marks around the words “Peter safe,” above. This is because as soon as you think you have a room Peter-proofed, he immediately proves you wrong. It’s his talent. Case in point: Last week he discovered his window shades and proceeded to gnaw on the little wooden knobs attached to the ends of the cords. So I cut them off. This week he has discovered the joy in lifting and dropping the shades with the cords, over and over. Slam! Shades down. Whoosh! Shades up. You get the picture.