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.
My, you were a precocious little thing, weren’t you? :-)