Hahhaha, that's precious (and nerving), amelia! My mom would love to tell you the story about me, when I was just a touch older than your son. I did the same thing. Crawled out of my crib, boogied down stairs, and then went to the kitchen, where my mom was. My mom turned around and saw me w/ this HUGE grin on my face. She played it so well. She smiled back and responded w/ something like, "Well hi there! How did you get down here? Why don't you show me?!" So she whisked me back upstairs and evidently I repeated my whole route. Once she saw what I did (crib to changing table, to some other table, etc ...), she put me back in the crib and immediately rearranged the furniture in the room!!
