And he's up, again.

Ezra must have climbed up here at least two dozen times today. He also climbed on the dinning room table multiple times and on his brother's desk (after taking off his diaper), and into the highchair by himself and other feats unattempted by children unlike mine. Mine are all apparently made from the same mold. Telling them no, redirecting them, or attempting to make it harder to do are good strategies for other people's children. So say the patenting books and the experiences of my peers. Not for my boys. Case in point, I flipped up the little seat on the desk hoping that would dissuade him from climbing. (The old thing is very stiff and too difficult for him to push back down.). No problem. It took him an extra four or five seconds to climb up the first time he tried the new approach.
Where did these boys come from? And how are they all so much alike? Aren't siblings supposed to be different from each other?