Today he unraveled an entire roll of toilet paper, then while on time out pulled out every single baby wipe from his bedroom stash. Afterwards he took a pair of scissors (of course, the one time I leave them out) to some favorite pj's of mine.
Later we went to a splash pad. He took a nasty slip on the cement and is now sporting a huge goose egg right on the curve of the back of his head.
And of course, now, all of that other stuff doesn't even matter.