Just when I think we've autism-proofed his bedroom sufficiently, Logan finds something else we need to remove or repair: in the past few weeks he has pulled the packing tape off his light switch (so he can turn his light on in the middle of the night), pulled the makeshift drape off his bookshelf to raid it and tear out pages of his favorite Bible story book, pulled all 1000 powder-blue and flower-scented diaper sacks into a great heap all over the floor, disassembled his closet shelf, pulled off his closet door, pulled out and broken the drawer under his crib/bed, and stuffed things down the floor vent (I haven't figured out a way to keep the vent cover attached to the carpet). I walked in his room and caught him in the act of trying to shove his white noise machine down the A/C shaft, and so I reached my arm down in there to see what else might be lurking and pulled out a nice Buster-brown type of dress shoe that has been missing on Sunday mornings.