That is exactly what my oldest daughter used to do. She was a 2yr.old Spiderchild. We would find her sitting on top of the refrigerator, climbing onto the roof of the house, climbing on the inside of a louvered closet hollering “come get me down.” Had a hard time finding her because she was on the inside. That child kept us on our toes.
My oldest daughter was the same way.
Totally fearless and into everything.
There was NEVER a dull moment in trying to get her raised.
We called her our little “Spider Monkey.”