Tonight I was putting Will to bed, but he was kind of wired. When he gets like that, he tends to run around his crib until he falls down, then he laughs and does it all over again until he's tired. Weird, huh? Well tonight he was running around the crib, then back and forth, and then all of a sudden he ran towards the edge (the railing was down because I hadn't kissed him goodnight yet) and he pushed himself off the railing and BAM! Did a flip and landed on the floor. It happened so fast that all I had time to do was yell "OH MY GOD!" What does he do? Gets up, laughing, and tries to do it again.
When I was little, I did the exact same thing. My parents couldn't keep my in my crib. In the middle of the night, they'd wake up to me staring at them. They even installed a net over my crib to keep me in, but like the little turd that I was I still found a way out.
We're completely screwed.