In the kitchen

I have my own cabinette in the kitchen. A child-friendly one, filled with colored plastic bowls and plates and with some sort of advice that prevents the door from slamming my fingers when I lean on it. Yet, I'm very tempted by all those things that are not stored in my cabinette, but rather carefully kept out of my reach. Like knives. And scissors. And food. And china. And, well, more or less everything but crude plastics.