In My Kitchen

Daddy is home, supper is over, and the dishes are done. While I sit and write this, there is a mess on my kitchen floor. There is a log of banging and a lot of giggling going on. My children have emptied my tupperware cupboard and it looks like this: If you were to walk into my kitchen, curious what all of the noise is, wondering where the one-year-old is, you would go to the cupboard, open it, and find the following:

In the first picture, the kids really are in the cupboard (with the doors closed).