Tonight while making dinner I let Matthew out of his pen (aka play yard). Typically he pulls down my cookbooks, dumps out all the tupperware and gets told 10 billion times to stay out of the cat food and water. Today, however, he stumbled upon his wagon sitting in the dining room. I was in the kitchen and not watching and I hear noises as if some little boy was putting a lot of effort into doing something. I turn to find him precariously balanced on his wagon, half in and half out. He was grunting to get all the way in. Me, being the good mommy I am, went to get the camera. Unfortunately he had made it all the way in before I could get a picture.