You come to look at your son, wondering what he's up to now that it's been minutes since you last heard his voice... You walk to the kitchen, remembering there is the last time you see him before while being mindful of the little demon in disguise now that you're pregnant with your second born... Just to be surprised to see him trying to reach the upper cabinet to get the froot loops while standing on stacked boxes.

"Ughh... A little bit more...."

The toddler mutters as his face contorts in determination and frustration at the same time as he fights for his mission.