But at least you know where he is! My daughter is three, and her specialty is disappearing when I go to the toilet. She wants nothing to do with me. And emptying drawers is the tip of the iceberg. Just today, I have had a gallon of fabric softener dumped onto the guest bed in the playroom, in which she bathed her little brother. This afternoon, it was a pile of poop in the dining room that somehow ended up in her hair (I was in the bathroom, so she refused to use it). A few hours later, half a dozen free range organic brown eggs ground into my carpet and used as lotion. This all happens in the span of a bathroom break. She can climb a baby gate faster than you can yell to stop her!
My new strategy: I don't pee. That plan is needing some thinking out, though...