When my son was about 20 months old we were getting ready to move into a new apartment. My brother had gone in a couple days earlier and painted DS's room.
I get there with DS to get some boxes unpacked. I put the gate up on the door of his room, and he had some toys, his blankie, plenty to keep him occupied while I was in teh next room unpacking.
Suddenly it was quiet. Too quiet. I went to his room and he wasn't there. Panic set in. Had he gone out the 3rd floor window? Um, not unless someone had come along after him and closed and locked it. Where could he be?
Then I heard a giggle. I opened the closet door. And there he was, covered in paint. My DB had loosely replaced the top on the paint can and left it in the closet on the floor. DS was "splashing" in a puddle caused by about half a gallon of paint slowly seeping across the carpet.
DS was covered, and I mean covered in paint. It was in his hair, his ears, up his nose. He thought it was the greatest thing in the world!
I'll never forget cleaning that mess up...
Anne