At 21-months-old, my son thinks he's a man of the world. We live in a flat so it's hard not to bump into each other, much less lose a child. The other day I glanced down the hall past my husband and saw that the front door was open. Our lil guy had slipped out and was headed down the stairs. I asked him where he was headed and he replied, "I have to go. Bye-bye!"
Luckily, we have a gated tunnel entrance so the chance of him getting out to the sidewalk is slim to none, but we don't put anything past our pint-sized Houdini. Ten minutes later, he was out the kitchen door and down the back stairs to the yard. Such is life with an escape artist — you can close the windows and doors, but he eventually finds a way out so take precaution. To see our tips, read more