Sigh...

So... Where do I start? The picture is blurry because I did not have the camera ready...it was a quick...oh my goodness I need to catch this so I can document the story later kind of thing. No flash...didn't have time. So... Duncan runs into the kitchen on Monday (as he always does) to give me a big hug. Only today I see tear remnants on his cheeks. Uh oh I think...what did he do this time? John comes in and tells me the story... At nap time Ma Jane (John's mother) took Duncan upstairs and laid him down in his crib (as she does everyday) where he rolled over, put his thumb in his mouth and closed his eyes. Nothing strange...same ol' routine. So you can imagine Jane's utter confusion/amazement/fear when, about a half an hour later, she hears a small knock...then a quiet "hellooo?" coming from the basement. Wasn't it a dear friend of ours (THANK GOODNESS) who had found Duncan out on the corner on the sidewalk!!! Yup, you read right. Duncan climbed out of his crib, out of his room, down the front stairs, down the hall, down the back stairs, through the basement, out the garage door, down the driveway and up Campbell Street!!! What do you do? Punish the child? Laugh till you cry because he is fine? Try to reason with him (he's 3)? I'm thinking a simple GPS implantation device is the only sound solution... PS. The picture is a "oh mom, I'm in trouble again"...