With my 2nd child, he made it to the table top, but I quickly would say, "Tables are for eating on. . not for climbing on" as I quickly removed him.
With my 3rd child, I'm sorry but I can't even remember. . the other two were still babes themselves. . .lol :) But I'm sure it went something like this. . .Ainsley: "Mommy, mommy, baby Trey is on the table!" Porter: (grabbing baby Trey off the table) Me: (pulling my hair out ;) )
With my 4th child, I saw him on the table, thought to myself "he's entertained, atleast I know where he is, and I need to get child #2 out the door to school." And then I thought to myself 5 min later (after wiping up the orange juice he spilled on himself while up there) "atleast he's getting full of leftover pancakes. . .and he's already a mess, I might as well leave him." And then I thought to myself "I should really take a picture. . this would make good blog material." As he himself started to climb down (full of syrup) I took him straight to the tub. Then fresh diaper, and after some peekaboo and giggles under his bath towel with mommy, he was on his way. . .to turn our dishwasher trays into a vehicle, motor sounds from his mouth and all. Hey, the thing has wheels!
And I got a few moments to pour my tea and clear the table.
Maybe I've lost it. Or maybe I'm better off :)