Crawling. Backwards. Or at least, I left him on one bit of the kitchen floor and found him a few minutes later somewhere else entirely, looking both proud and slightly bemused. Either that or he's learned to teleport.
little escape artist. ...reminds me of a story I was once told by my friend. Her sister's little one learned to flip his wee self out of the cot at night. Eventually they had to make a lid for it and put a brick on top to prevent injury and escape! Looks like it is all ahead of us!
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