This morning we had a little event that is so very blog-worthy. The kids and I were getting ready to go to the Y, and I was in their room grabbing sweatshirts. They were following me around as usual; Logan in particular was bouncing off the walls with enthusiastic three year old energy. The next thing I knew, I watched him run to the bedroom door, flip the lock, and slam it closed. NO! The lock on their bedroom is on the OUTSIDE of their door, and we were all INSIDE the bedroom! I saw the whole thing, but it happened so fast I didn't have time to react. I immediately let Logan know that he'd just locked all three of us in the bedroom, and that I couldn't unlock the door. He wailed and screamed about being trapped (who's fault did he think this was?) while I searched for something, anything to put in that little hole on our side of the lock. I, of course, didn't have success because who keeps long pointed objects in a child's room? Their hangers are even the thick plastic kind!
Well, we were so very lucky that I'd already put my cell phone in my pocket, and I called Jim to come home and rescue us. Thankfully he works nearby. I don't know what I would have done if the phone hadn't been on me; we'd probably still be in there! Logan promised never to lock that door again and I fully believed he'd learned his lesson. No such luck; he promptly locked himself in the bedroom as soon as we were home again!