Originally posted by robtcorl Much easier there than here, there it's already Bobbyproofed. He is a live wire!
A short Rupert Story™.
When my kid brother, Bruce, was that age we had to Bruceproof the house.
Still, he managed to get into everything.
He would slide the glass over on the bookcase, empty a shelf and climb onto the shelf and take a nap.
He also liked to climb. He would go into the kitchen, pull out the bottom drawer, empty it, climb in and open the next drawer, do the same, and on and on all the way until he got into the counter.
It was a miracle he never fall and cracked his head on the floor. The place we lived was on a concrete slab.
He also had a thing for shoving stuff up his nose. Food, like peas, and toys, like some snap together beads he had. To get them out we would place a wash cloth over his nose, and blow gently into his mouth.
Never forget the washcloth.
More comes out than the food or toys.