On Monday we drug all of the furniture into the kitchen and had the carpets cleaned. Isaiah and Charlotte were both wide-eyed and amazed at the carpet cleaner's long hoses and cords that he brought in the house from outside. I told Isaiah it was a giant snake that he was wrestling as he cleaned the floor. He laughed. I told Isaiah and Charlotte to both stay off of the wet carpets, so of course they tested their limits. Isaiah found a way to climb from heat vent to window sill to heat vent to bookshelf to fireplace hearth in the livingroom. The following few days Charlotte would carefully pat the carpet and ask, "dry? dry?" before she'd walk on it.