Yesterday afternoon Vaughn went upstairs while I was working on something downstairs. He's usually okay up there for a few minutes (By okay I mean he's only done minimal damage-- toilet paper in the toilet, toilet flushing, throwing things down the stairs). I can hear his little footsteps running around, and hear him laugh etc..., but yesterday it suddenly got very quiet which can never be a good thing. This is how I found him when I went upstairs. I just laughed when I saw him. I was happy for two reasons. One, he was only in a diaper because he had just run through the sprinklers in the backyard and I stripped him down when I brought him inside, and Two, He hadn't started coloring on anything else. Whew, close call!