Mount Dresser

Oh glorious nap time.  The time of day where I am ALONE and can entertain thoughts and activities that don't center around messy diapers, goldfish ground into my carpet or Hailley's favorite board book from Hawaii, which is currently crusted closed by.. IDK a fruit squeeze snack? Eww. 
Anyway so yesterday I put Hailley and Maximus down for their afternoon "quiet time"; the word "nap" is met with great resistance in my home.  But before I tell you what happened, let me explain something first. Nap time in my home is not always peaceful for me (or Hailley for that matter).  It can be very bad.  Previous naps have led to permanent marker all over the TV, nail polish on my childhood teddy bear's face, and fecal matter on the carpet and wall.  Nap time is met with nervous apprehension by me, and doom by Hailley.  (Max is an infant and still likes to sleep, and is too little to wreak havoc yet.)
So where was I? Yes, yesterday.  I put the children into their rooms and set about my own business.  After I while I heard Hailley start to scream from her room.  I rush in to find this scenario:

• The radio is on as usual, but it is now blasting the Christian radio station I tune into.
• I look at Hailley's toddler bed.  Empty.
• My eyes shoot to Swaylynn's bed (the 8 year old not home).  Empty.
• I look at the rest of the room.  Most of the dresser drawers are open, and some of Sway's clothes are spread around the area.  Still no Hailley.

Finally I see my 23 month old daughter perched on top of the tall dresser.  She has opened the drawers and climbed up the five feet to the top.  She is teary-eyed and has her Chicago Bears jersey (Hester, for those of you who are curious!) over her head and on one arm, like a sling.  Top-of-dresser items (all off limits to the child sitting in their place) are scattered across the floor, including Sway's peacock feathers and the lava lamp.  She is sitting next to the blasting radio.
She looks at me and says, "DOWN!"

Really?