My kids in general like cramming themselves into the oddest places. Which, I think, is true of most children.
Today Rebecca decided that the lower shelf of the end table was the place to be. Normally I store Max's Vest (a rather interesting piece of medical equipment that aides in airway clearance) there, but at the time it was in use.
I found her there, all curled up and happily watching television. She promptle spilled out when she saw me, but I told her it was fine by me. As long as the Vest wasn't there, she could was free to return. She was delighted and doubly so when I told her I was going to get the camera.