We're screwed: Part 29

Carter's new favorite game is pulling everything out of the kitchen cupboards. I decided I'd put a rather heavy box of bottled sodas in front of it (which, he promptly pushed out of the way, just as he did with the second attempt of the bag containing a 16 pound bowling ball).

When he first saw my attempt at separating him and his beloved drawer, he looked up at me, flung his arms and yelled "come on!"