One time, when I was a toddler, after I’ve been quiet for a while, which was always a bad sign, my mom found me trying to saw our grand piano, with a double handed saw. Mom didn’t even know we had one of those 🙃.

Ahh to be a toddler again, where whenever I was lugging something it meant I had an exciting idea.

My mother found out that I instinctively knew how to jimmy/ pick locks around the time I started walking. All locks had to be double key deadbolts to keep me from trying to follow my older sisters to school. They finally stuck me in Montessori school so that at least she knew where I was, and she could take care of household stuff.