Corban was our little prison convict tonight. He had loads of energy, which allowed him to get much accomplished in a short time period.
He gave himself a tattoo (drew all over his jammies with a marker), carved a gun out of soap, broke out of the joint (figured out that if he used the broom handle he can reach the slider lock), and attempted some grand theft auto (took the keys to the van outside, tried to turn it on, rolled the windows down).
I (finally) figured out he was outside and ran out the door. When he saw me tear out of the house he jumped into his car seat, put on his seat belt and said, "I want to go for a ride, mommy."
(BTW, I did take him on a drive. He was alseep before we were out of the neighborhood.)