When I was a baby, I was what you might call an escape artist. I was always getting out of my crib. Eventually my mom got fed up with this, so she bought a cover thingy that was supposed to be "childproof".  Apparently it was not because when my mother came to check on me I had found a way to get out of my crib and was laying on top of the cover. Great investment, Mom.

Anyway, when I was only a few months old, I was supposed to be napping, when I decided that I was hungry for a banana. So obviously I did what any other child would do: I climbed out of my crib, crawled down the stairs, went into the kitchen, climbed up onto the counter, grabbed a banana, and crawled back up the stairs. While this happened, my mom was telling my uncle about how I was the perfect child and how I never left my crib. My uncle then said "Really? Because I'm pretty sure I just saw her crawl downstairs and get a banana."  And sure enough, I was in my crib happily munching on a banana. Apparently my brother did not get the same genes that I had because when he tried to get out of his crib he fell and got hurt. Just proves who is the better child then. Take that, Emmitt.

-Sophie