Table dancer?

Justin and I were in the living room yesterday evening and the older two boys were across the street with Bruce at the neighbors house. I walk out of the room for a moment. Instead of following me (which all three boys love to do so that means that I never have any privacy), Justin stays in the living room. I walk back into the living room about a minute later. I walk in to see Justin standing on the end table. He crawled right up on the couch and stepped onto the table. I have no idea what he was going to do, but it looks like I interrupted his mission of "Break Mom's Lamp." Little stink-pot.