I think every mother of a toddler knows this feeling... The sun has yet to come up and you hear your two year old awake in their room. You asess the situation and decide that they sound like they are playing quite happily, so you just lie there, blissfully. 15 glorious extra minutes, and then you hear it... a crash. Traquility ends as you run into their room. You then realize your 2 year old was trying to climb their closet shelves to get to their shoes (a.k.a. their favorite toy box). Thankfully she wasn't hurt, she had a smile ear to ear because she was sitting in a pile of mismatched shoes. Her shelf broke and all her bins fell to the ground.I am still thinking the 15 minutes of peace was worth it? I obviously need to come up with a new closet system.