Suvi digs in my kitchen stuff EVERY day. I haven't been able to dissuade her from her sneaky activity, nor come up with a different storage solution out of her reach. So, we just fetch the spatulas and spoons and the whisk when we do the washing up, or as needed. Yesterday I could not find my whisk. It was really bugging me. So much so, that while watching the bride-to-be open her shower gifts last night, the thought of pocketing her new whisk entered my mind. More than once.
(Here's the bride with my Mom and her Auntie Katie a few years back. She's 29 now. I forgot to bring my camera along last night.)