It's too quiet in the house...

I was in the bedroom when I realized it was far too quiet in the house. I peeked around the corner and saw a mess all over Carter's bedroom floor, but no Carter. I followed the trail of destruction and found him happily sitting on the dishwasher playing with dirty silverware. He obliged me with saying some words: spoon, bottle, up...up...up, and bye-bye. He sure is becoming a little monkey climber.