Peter conquers the kitchen chair

I fondly remember the days when all I needed to do to keep Peter's tiny fingers off something was to put it up on the kitchen island.  Now that he can climb up onto the chair that Charlotte insists we keep there so she can "help" me cook, I have lost that option.  Pretty soon, I'm going to be putting everything on top of the fridge (although that reminds me of a story our friends told us of their son climbing up and retrieving a camera from the top of the fridge for the express purpose of dunking it in his cereal bowl).  I finally had to push the chair away from the island so Peter wouldn't maul the pizza I was making, so he decided to just climb up there with his teddy bear and sit there grinning away at his audacity.  Oh, Petey . . .