I let N out of his high chair. He grins at me and takes off, sitting on the floor in front of the toy kitchen. So I sit down at the computer to check my email. I then hear banging coming from the (real) kitchen. About half of my pots and pans are on the floor. Oh, and I just found out he can reach the counters. Don't put anything too close to the edge! I sit down again. N wanders past carrying my hairbrush, but then finds a very interesting piece of newspaper. I get up to remove the newspaper from his grip, he drops it and takes off down the hallway. He turns, grins at me, and speeds away. Straight for the toilet. Never fear, I'm right behind him; I pick him up and the entire neighborhood hears his shrieks. Bring him back to his toys. It is then quiet. Dangerously quiet. Yup, he found his brother's crayons again. Ok, we're headed to the living room. Behind the baby gates. Which he hasn't figured out how to climb yet.
(The key word here being 'yet'.) And that's how I spent the last 5 minutes.