After snow and cold on Monday, I planted about half my bedding plants outside in the garden on a sunny 67 degree Tuesday. Crazy, I know, but it really happened. Gotta love spring. I didn't have time to finish, so I took the rest inside. Once a week or so I babysit a little 15 month old boy for a friend who works over at the school for a few hours and he was over today and discovered the plants that were sitting on buckets at just his level by the sliding back door where they could get some sunshine. He only destroyed four pepper plants before I found him and scooted him out of the room where he proceeded to dump cheese-its on our piano while I repotted the scrawny baby peppers in a plastic cup. (The plastic cup planting method is only temporary--these are going out to the garden hopefully this week sometime--if it were long term you'd want to poke some drain holes in the bottom of the cup.)
I'm optimistic about the results of the repotting, but I'm not too sure about the one on the far left that the cute little guy plucked all the leaves off of. It still has roots--we'll see how badly it wants to live, but I'm not holding out too much hope.