Trapped

Since he has switched to a crib, Max has spent a fair, I'd say 15% of his time, sleeping in front of his bedroom door. He'll grab his stuffed elephant (he uses it for a pillow), his blanket and a stuffed animal bunny Mr. Floppy or now it has more recently been two small stuffed beavers. It's quite hilarious, though it often means I have to push the door open to put him in his bed and say goodnight for the night. It's very cute and slightly silly, which I love.

I suppose there is no exception of location because while we were up visiting Grandpa Larry's he did the same thing, though this time he didn't have his elephant. Since the doors are up slightly higher than ours we saw this:
L.O.L.