Escape!

Tessie's Mom and I were awakened this morning by the sound of Tessie running through our room. This came as a surprise, since I had placed her in her crib last night, and set the gate in its closed position. This morning, the gate was still up while she was on the loose, meaning Tessie must have climbed up and over it, and the fact that we were awakened by happy giggling and not cries of pain meant she had somehow managed a safe landing.

She had also managed to remove the sleeper she had been wearing, but did don a pair of socks. So there she was, in diaper and socks, giggling happily, and we have to assume that it was with similar glee that she "rearranged" all the recyclables stashed in the kitchen.

So. Security procedures will need to be implemented; we just don't know what they will be.

At the very least, though, it's good to know that she's less a Captain Virgil Hilts, the "Cooler King" in The Great Escape, idly passing time in solitary confinement by bouncing a ball against the walls of the cell, and more a Colonel Hogan, craftily devising ways to undermine her "captors."