You know those racks in stores like Marshalls and TJ Maxx where it's a circle, and all the sale stuff is all strewn in on hangers as tight as possible?
To my brother this used to be a haven of safety and hilarious fun.

My brother was notorious for escaping out of his strollers without my mother noticing...either that or my mother was notorious for not paying attention to her son while he wrestled out of the stroller and took off for freedom.

He had a trick to making it work. He would wait till my mother was engrossed in whatever store we were at and their AMAZING SALES...and would slip his one foot under the seat belt, then he would wriggle out and VIOLA...he was free. He made it look so easy.
A lot of the times he would crawl directly into one of the circle clothing racks and sit...and wait.
He would wait and wait for however long it would take. He sat there and watched the feet of mothers and grandmothers, teenagers, and nanny's you name it he watched them all with an amazing patience and sharp perception...he was the hunter and my mother was the game. Then the hunt began as soon as he saw his mother’s feet and empty stroller approach the rack.
As soon as my mother would reach to browse the clothes on the rack he would ever so slightly turn the rack. Most of the time she didn't catch on right away, thinking it was another shopper and trying not to be rude.
Then he would...and this was my favorite part...sprawl his arms on both sides of the rack, crawl up to where he could get leverage from the middle...and twirl and twirl.
The entire time laughing and freaking out at his success...
until the hand...
HER HAND came from up above grabbed him by whatever gave her enough to grab, be it hair, shirt or skin...catapulting him through the air, and back into that dreaded stroller.
It was at this point my mother would yell..."KEEP IT UP NICHOLAS AND PREPARE TO DIE" at volumes not intended for the meek.
Then the entire department store would get quiet, occasionally you would hear a "whoa" drift out of someone’s shocked expression.
My mother would fix her blouse...move to the next rack as if nothing important had happened and would fixate onto the next possible sale.

And yes...you guessed it. As she approached the next circle rack...he was already gone and waiting.