I am cleaning up some spots on the carpet.
I notice it's quiet in Noah's room... and the door is shut...
I open the door to find this:
Noah standing on his bed, with an open umbrella in his hand. A mini-fridge propped up in the middle of the bed.
"Noah, what are you about to do...?"
"I was going to climb on this (wobbly, unstable mini-fridge) and reach up with the umbrella to touch my firetrucks (a mobile in the center of the room) and make them move"
"Um, sweetie, let me explain why that is a very bad idea"
Major booboo averted!