We're in trouble

T is smart.  He can un-deadbolt and open the back door and undo the gate latch.  This morning, he threw a crayon to the far side of the table.  After reaching for it, he asked me to get it for him.  Sorry, kid, I can't reach it either.  So, he took the paper he was coloring on, and pushed it under the crayon so he could retrieve the crayon.  This is something that probably wouldn't have occurred to me.  I'm glad Ry is going to be able to help with math and science, because I have a feeling I'll be useless by junior high.