She knows what she wants. Behind this door is our pantry. I keep it locked, because left to their own devices, my children will eat whatever they find. Everyone knows how to unlock it using a coin except Kennedy. Well, that is what I thought anyway. She walked right up to where I was sitting, grabbed a quarter off the table, gives me the most devilish of grins, and walks right over to the door and unlocks it. She opened it with glee.
Darn it all! She is a smart cookie. This calls for drastic measures.