Living with a toddler is like inviting your seedy uncle over for a visit. You feel nervous leaving things out in the open. You have to keep your purse out of sight and constantly follow him around the house. If you let him out of your sight for a minute, he’ll be going through your drawers. I mean that in a strictly non-incestuous kind of way.
Drew is a lot like that. And things we thought he couldn’t reach, or find… he does. People, I’m not disturbed by much. But seeing my toddler walking around with a pack of condoms? That qualifies.