But how?

I was getting ready for work when I could have sworn I heard the pitter patter of D's little feet. "But that's impossible", I said to myself, "D can't climb out of his crib yet." Oh how wrong I was for around the corner came D's smiling face. I about had a heart attack. He isn't even two yet! I snapped a picture of him because this moment should be documented, but I was horrified because this changes everything. No more lazy mornings listening to him talk to himself or know he is safe in the crib instead of running amuck. How did this terrible thing happen?

Here's how. He had help.

Steve and I gave props to J for his ingenuity, but begged him never to do this thing again. Seriously. Please. Sleep is so precious.