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Troy now laughs at my meager child prevention tactics.  First of all, my rubber bands around the cabinet handles are no longer strong enough for my Herculean son.  Second of all, he's found that he's tall enough to open the drawers, reach his hand over the edge, grab something interesting, and take off with it.  The one place I don't have rubber bands, and he's found that he can exploit the weakness.

The other day, my wife heard a loud clanging coming from the kitchen.  She ran into the room to find Troy sitting on the floor, surrounded by silverware that he had pulled out of the drawer, and the most innocent look on his face.  As if to say, "I'm not sure how those got there.  I was just sitting here minding my own business, and they jumped out of the drawer."  At first, she was mad, but then he hit her with his cutest smile, and she melted like butter on toast.  Little monster!