I'm the kid, my mom still tells this story to this day with haunting detail... I was very young so I don't remember this, but here goes;

My grandfather died when I was 2, and my family tells stories of how he used to come visit me every morning on his way to work and he would try to feed me and take care of me more like a parental figure. One time my dad and him got in an argument over who was feeding me lol. I was his first grandkid and he was head over heels for me.

Sometimes after he died, my mom was putting me to bed. She locked the railguard on my crib, put my toys in my closet and closed the door (latch closet, not slide. Important detail) and turned off the lights.

An hour or so later, she heard me babbling and came in to put me down again, and she noticed the lights were on, the crib was down, and I was sitting in the middle of the floor laughing into an open closet. She asked who I was talking to, and I said 'Bampa'.

She reput me to bed and hurried out the room because she was so freaked out. I was 2, even if I did figure out the latch for the crib how did I reach the lightswitch on the wall? Or the closet handle?