In the past week, Signal has discovered our back door. And in true baby fashion, he crawls over to it constantly and seems to want out.
It's a relatively safe adventure, all things considered, so I let him play near and at the door. Luckily our back door looks out over the back yard. There are very, very rarely people back there. If there were, I'm guessing that they might think that we are keeping poor Signal prisoner, the way he bangs on the window and bobs up and down. But we aren't. We swear!
Now if he starts saying "Help me! Help me!" over and over, we might have a problem.