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Everyone has heard of Houdini, and his miraculous spectacle of escaping death time and time again. As I have not grown up in his era, I missed out on witnessing the amazing events, including the one that led to his demise. However, if he was reincarnated, I believe he re-entered this world in the form of my son.
A month or so before our son turned two years old my wife started noticing some strange activity relating to items being misplaced around his room. She would put him down for his afternoon nap, and then a few hours later when she retrieved him from the crib, some of his toys that were put away nice and neat made an appearance on the floor. He would be in his crib, and did not offer any clues to how this happened. I hear my wife’s story, and as a non-believer of the unnatural I figure that has to be some logical explanation, so I decided to test this strange reoccurring phenomenon.
I took a few of his toys, strategically placing them in specific areas of the room. I would then place him in the crib, taking a mental inventory of where everything was. Sure enough, when I went to get him from the crib, he was sleepy-eyed and clinging onto the railing, looking at me so sweet and innocently from inside. Yet the toys were all over the place. Now, since I cannot continue calling my wife crazy, and still have no explanation for what is happening, I figured that is may just be one of those unexplainable things in life. Who knows, maybe I was going crazy along with her.
A few weeks later, one Saturday afternoon, my little boy did not want to take his nap. For one reason or another, it was not on his plans. Reluctantly he was placed in his crib and was vocally letting us know he was not in agreement. It was that moment that enlightened us about our poltergeist that lived behind his door. My wife made her way upstairs to calm the boy down, and got the door opened just a crack when she immediately notices our not-quite-yet two year old shimmying down the outside of the crib, heading towards the door. Suddenly, upon hearing mom nearby, he climbs up and over the railing, falling back into his crib as fast as possible. My wife walks into the room, calms him down a bit, however, he is still not happy about his forced-upon nap. She closes the door, leaving it slightly ajar, and sees him climb out again. She calls me to the door, and I see it too. I couldn’t believe it.
Out of all our kids, he was at the youngest age that moved from the crib to a bed. We figured we couldn’t stand the thought of him trying to climb out and get stuck, injuring himself. We gated off his door in the hopes of still preventing him from having the run of the house in the middle of the night, but it is only a matter of time before he figures a way around that one too. That is when I realized our little son is up there with the greatest escape artists in history, and another reason there are more grey hairs on my head.
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