A 3-year-old boy from Myrtle Creek, Oregon, was playing in a Jeep when he knocked it out of park, then drove it down the road, through an intersection and into the side of a neighbor’s house. Unharmed, he got out of the car, toddled back home and parked himself in front of the TV to watch his stories.

“The 911 caller witnessed the crash and saw the child run from the Jeep wearing only a diaper,” reads the police report. “The child ran into his home. …I was able to make contact, where I found the child lying on the couch watching cartoons as if nothing had ever happened.”

The diapered toddler from Oregon slammed into a neighbor's house, then fled the scene of the crime. Myrtle Creek Police Dept

His parents weren’t home at the time of the crash, and a relative charged with looking after the boy was asleep when police entered the home. Making things even more spectacular, an officer had seen the child playing in the car earlier that morning and warned his babysitter, Brennan Pennington, to look after the kid. The 22-year-old was issued a citation for failing to supervise a child.

The young boy joins a proud lineage of underage motorists with a need for speed. The most notable remains the 10-year-old Norwegian boy who bundled his 18-month-old sister into a car earlier this year and headed to his grandmother’s house—making it 6 miles before crashing into a snowy ditch. When the police arrived, he told them he was a dwarf who had forgotten his driver’s license, like a boss. A week later, he stole his aunt’s car and took it for a 20-mile joyride. He may have inspired the junior car thief in Washington state, age 9, who jacked a ride a few months later from a boat dealership so he too could visit his grandma. Or there’s the 6-year-old Virginia kid who missed his bus in 2009 and decided to drive his mom’s Ford Taurus to school so he wouldn’t miss breakfast. His 10-mile journey through oncoming traffic ended abruptly at the business end of a utility pole, but he walked away without a scratch. That’s just how these kids do it.

Keep on truckin’, baby ballers.