held hostage by the evil baby bassinette

Today my mom and dad were cleaning out the crawl-space to make room for some more things to go in there. After they were mostly finished, we were going to take the little newborn baby crib that has been sitting in our family room since my little cousin grew out of it. My dad asked me to come and carry one end of it and we'd take it into the crawl-space. Now, our crawl-space is not truly a crawl-space. You can't stand up straight, but you don't have to actually go on hands and knees. However, you can't go from side to side. There is one path that goes straight down and the middle, about two feet wide, and there is nowhere else to go. So I took one end of the crib and pulled it into the crawl-space path. My dad came up behind. Once I had walked as far as I could go, I said to my dad "I can't take it any further, I'm in the way." I turned around, preparing to go back to the exit. The crib was standing there in front of me, taking up more space than the path. Hmmmmmm..... "Are you going to be able to get out?" my dad asked. No. I was trapped in a two foot by two foot by three foot space and I was not going to get out. So we pushed the crib to the edge of the crawl-space and then I crawled underneath.