...Five tiny fingers that SHOULD be sleeping soundly in a CRIB.
Which means that this little monster has figured out how to climb out of the crib...blast you Jack, I was hoping you wouldn't figure that out until you were at least 5. I have so enjoyed being able to cage you for a couple of hours a day, especially because you share a room with Baby B.
We did have a false alarm about a year ago but since the attempt ended with a scary fall, he hasn't been brave enough to try again until now.
I let him sit and wiggle his little fingers until I heard faint cries of "help, help".
Let's just hope the kid doesn't figure out how to open doors or we will be in a whole world of trouble.