A toddler in a house is a 'demanding client'; without doing anything productive, you can stay busy all day.
You are calmly mixing the dough for flatbread, I mean roti and then you hear a clink of shattering glass; suddenly you remembered your son is bare feet. Will you wash hands or to hell with hands!!! Run immediately to grab him with messy hands, cursing everybody around. Lolz.... Then you start clearing the tiny pieces of glass with utmost care and a loud splash of falling water from the vessel you just left on the kitchen counter, hit your eardrums.
Most of the times I get irritated by these scenarios but sometimes I have a good laugh and wonder from where he receive such a huge surge of energy.