Busted.

Naptime is such a splendid time. After 30 minutes of listening to singing, talking, squeeling, and eventually banging, I decided to head upstairs to assess the damage. My little man NEVER gets out of his bed, but manages to do this to his room:

 and after I catch him in the act, he quickly lays down,

covers himself up, and looks like this:

T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

At least he hasn't learned how to escape from that bed. I'm sure that will begin on or around March 12 ~ the day his brother is expected to arrive.