That door leads to our kitchen pantry.
Those fingers you see sticking out of the bottom...they are Hayden's.
He loves the pantry and thinks it is funny to mess it all up.
I think he knows I like it organized and he wants to keep me busy.
Luckily he can't open doors yet, but if one of us leaves the door open for only a second he will go in and shut himself in the pantry and play. It is impossible for us to cook without going in there. It is a constant struggle. He poured a whole bag of Fritos out the other morning. On the floor.
I mopped the day before. ha! J/K, but really, I probably did!
I guess I should look at the bright side...when he is tearing things apart in the pantry I don't have to worry about the rest of the house.