The ingenuity of a 2 year old

As most of you know from my other blog, Andy is very creative when left alone in his room. I have found him with the TV on Telemundo with the volume all the way up.
He used to take his mattress off until my friend Ashley gave me some shrink wrap to secure it to the frame.
He's pulled all the wet wipes out so now the laundry basket, the trash can, the pull ups, and the wipes are all kept out of his room.
Since we are in a half way point with potty training, Andy has had the opportunity to allow his imagination to run wild. The newest things is this: he pulls the draws out of the bedside dresser/changing table and pull out the sheets. That wouldn't be so bad, if----drum roll---he didn't then tinkle into the drawers!
I mean WTF!!!! What possesses him to do these things! How does the thought process start?
I assume it's something like this:
"I'm bored. I'm really bored so I'm going to get out of bed. Great! Mom has taken all my toys out. I bet she thinks that'll make me want to go to sleep right away. Too bad!
"Hmmm. What do I want to mess with today? The closet doors? The drawers? Shall I sit on the bottom of my bookshelf since she now knows to unplug the TV. Damn! I still can't get the frigging mattress off the bed.
"Oh I know! Since I can pull my pull-ups down (now making them pull-downs), I think I'll go sprinkly tinkly in the drawers. Mom is always saying not to pee-pee on the floor."

Even if I get him into bed without incident, this is now what he does as soon as he wakes up. I'm going to start putting his potty in with him. But he's the problem: he loves to take the little bowl out and help me empty it after a successful attempt. So I'm worried that I won't be there to empty it and I'll still have a mess! If only he could talk more!

I wonder if this is how Da Vinci started. They all thought that Einstein was retarded and he turned out to be a genius. I think Andy is naughty and a little verbally delayed (which we'll get an answer about on Tuesday), so does this mean he's in the making to be the next modern marvel? Or is he just a precocious child who will cause me a lot of grief with progress reports sent home everyday?
Whatever he turns out to be (and I mean whatever---human, monkey, or gremlin), I'll love him no matter what. But in the mean time, I am not loving all the pee.