"Very likely."
Zhou Liao curled his lips into a smile.
Their house had a slide from the toy room that went directly downstairs, so there was no need to take the stairs or use an elevator.
Therefore, if the door to the toy room wasn't closed, the little guy could easily slip downstairs on his own.
It wouldn't take two years for him to figure out that sliding down was the most fun; if they carried him downstairs and took the stairs, he would fuss.
Taking the elevator was boring to him; he preferred the slide the most.
"I'm just afraid that even locking the door might not work."
Although the little guy was well-behaved now, he was lively and active, so it was hard to guarantee he wouldn't become mischievous and wreak havoc later.
"It won't happen."
Zhou Liao was pretty confident about educating his son.
He didn't plan to adopt the old way of raising sons frugally and daughters lavishly; instead, he treated his son as a brother.