The refrigerator door was wide open when I got to the kitchen this morning. Lord knows how many hours ago the kid decided to get a drink and left it that way, and if the ‘fridge compressor will survive trying to cool the whole house.
Several beverages sat open from his late night sampling. Yes, straight out of the bottles.
The chest in his room sported a couple of open drawers from wee hour wardrobe changes (still haven’t figured why he’s into that).
Likewise, the dryer door (way at the other end of the house in the laundry room) hung open since he didn’t find all he wanted in his drawers and had to rummage through some freshly cleaned stuff.
And last but not least, our bedroom door is sure to be open when the kid flips on a bright light to zap us out of our sleep.