Yep, that's the inside of my washing machine. Robbie has not only figured out how to turn it on when he wants to (use a kitchen chair to reach the knobs), but he's now figured out how to get in it. The hubby was watching him while I was out weeding the garden and caught him because he got stuck. He said he was trying to get out and couldn't because it would spin when he moved, so he started fussing. Of course, he had to get a picture first to show me.
This is really not cool, but at least he can't turn it on while he's inside it, and know I know to add the washing and dryer to the every-growing list of stuff to keep an eye on because he's going to try to climb on or in it.
