[truthkeeper]

You sound like my grandson, the 18 month-old. The other day he climbed out of the crib (again), onto the changing table, over to the dresser, and onto the narrow windowsill. He was trying to make a break for it out the window.
Time to ditch the crib.

[reaganaut]

LOL. Yeah, if they can escape its time for the crib to go bye-bye.

When I was about 3, we lived in a country club in Palm Springs and the house had a walk in silver closet which was my play room. My mother thought she was being a good mom and had the plastic safety plugs in the outlets. She comes in one day and finds me up on the top shelf unscrewing the outlet with a dime (safety plugs were not a problem).

Then there was the time I decided to make my own tightrope....

Seriously, I am surprised I survived childhood and that my mother didn’t strangle me.