Kitchen Sink

My friend humorously refers to our home as a gated community, referring to the number of safety gates we have placed strategically throughout the house in order to keep our children alive and also to maintain a shred of sanity.  Last night we experimented with removing the gate to the kitchen, in hopes that our toddler twins had matured to the point of handling themselves amongst the knives and burners. 

However, Saturday morning I left all three kids with my husband in order to attend a very indulgent and necessary exercise class.  As the story goes, he had left them alone for exactly two minutes when he heard the kitchen faucet running.  Strange, as they are 18 months old and all of two feet tall.  Yet, he entered the kitchen to find that Alfie had climbed into the sink and was happily running water and standing in a pan of dirty dish water.  As far as we can tell, he and Bea shoved a kiddie chair up to the counter, and Alfie climbed the back of it like a latter and heaved himself into the sink. 

Seeing as this incident was in addition to Alfie turning on the gas and opening the oven door, we have since replaced the safety gates and the kitchen remains off limits for an undetermined amount of time.