Crawling: My Means to Escape

I have become especially speedy with my crawling. Mommy and Daddy love to play a game where they chase after me around the castle as I attempt to play with the innumerable toys scattered around our palace. 

"'Enough toys' is an impossibility, Daddy."

Whenever I am able to spy that the front door has been left ajar, for even a moment, I must cease my current endeavor to make a quick dash to the wonders beyond this portal.

 I have not yet made it, but I soon will. It is not that I do not appreciate my current residence, I would simply enjoy visiting the rest of my kingdom on my own terms. I am becoming fairly disenfranchised with being carried or pushed everywhere I go.