Stickers

The other night we let Seamus play with a sticker book.  Here he is, hard at work:

 And here is the product of his work:

Uh.....you're supposed to put the stickers in the book,  not build a bionic sticker arm. 

Speaking of the little elf, this morning I went to get him out of bed and he was sitting up at the end of the bed reading, with no pants on and with his leather shoes on.  Because that's how you read.  I couldn't find his pj pants anywhere.  He had put them back in the drawer.
Oh, and he has twice opened his bedroom door by himself.  That was the last bastion of containment.  Oh, well.