The joy? of house shopping with a 1 year old

We have a 1 year old son that travels with us on all of our house hunting adventures. He's going to be living there too (assuming I don't send him off to be raised by wolves in the meantime), so it is only fair we get his input. I use the term input very loosely. 

Some of my main priorities while house hunting are: 

1)Where I can properly place the 500 baby gates required to contain this child

2) Will he have a large enough bedroom to be grounded in, but not too big that he enjoys it when he's grounded

3) How many sharp corners are there for him to crash into

4) Is there enough space for him to run off all of this energy without breaking his neck

5) Are the ceilings high enough to continue to stack things so he can't reach them, or will I be forced to start stuffing everything in my ass

6) Swing set space

7) Is there a quiet space for mommy to occasionally hide

We looked at a house a few days ago and he decided while we were there was the perfect time to take the biggest pee of his life. We were both soaked as it was dripping down to our feet. 

Today was worse. We looked at 4 houses. To him it was HOLYCOWMOMMYLOOKATALLTHISSTUFFICANTOUCH!" Which left mommy and daddy running in circles! The last house we looked at we really liked, so we were kind of lingering and discussing. Meanwhile, Mr. Crazypants was running around trying to destroy this person's belongings. While being a lunatic he crashes into one of their dining room chairs and ends up with this on his head:

Yep, look at that big gash/bruise/egg on his head! It actually looks slightly worse in real life. 

So I guess his input is "Yes, I can crash into things here too!" Oy!