safety schmafety

When people ask me what Big Girl is up to these days I reply as honestly as I can.

"Destruction."

The child is a little whirling dervish of demolition. Where there is order, she overturns it. Literally. If you happen to leave a basket of clean, sorted laundry, you will return to a room scattered with socks. She is devoted to disarray.

After this eye-opening realization and finding her sorting through bottles under the kitchen sink, I made a trip to Target for some child locks. I came home and installed them on every cabinet within her reach.

Imagine my surprise yesterday when I heard an all too familiar racket coming from the master bathroom.

And imagine my dismay when I entered the once child proofed master bathroom to find this.

That's signature Reesie. An exact replica from the days of pre-baby locks.

Here's the little perpetrator. Undeterred. Ever proud of herself for confronting and overcoming the child-lock challenge.


And here's her defeated opponent. You've failed me, worthless piece of over-priced plastic.


I still don't know how she removed it. She's either super conniving or freakishly strong.


I'm so mad I could spit. Or sue. Reckless endangerment of four year old cosmetics. Sounds like a valid argument to me!