I was ok with the fridge opening, the dishwasher emptying, and the cabinet climbing... but I'm not sure I'm going to survive this one. The child has learned to open doors. Closed doors. Doors that I would prefer remain closed. And my world will never be the same.
On the up-side, this does explain how she has mysteriously ended up cuddling with me in my bed at 5 am every morning this week. I thought she had figured out teleportation... turns out she just mastered the doorknob.
And we all chant, "Yay! Sasha did it!" (even if we're groaning a little inside)