So it happened. The day came when Kimble would lock me in his room. We installed a locking door on his room about 6 months ago, because he wouldn't stay put when we put him down for nap. We made the door lock from the outside.
With all of his door-locking tendencies lately, I knew this would happen.
We were both in his room, changing him and getting him dressed. I was looking for some pants for him, when he closed the door. "I locked it, momma!" he said with a grin.
I tested the door. I banged on it a bit. I might have stomped my foot. "Kimble! You locked us in! There is nobody home but us!"
"That's ok, momma!" he said. Well, no it wasn't. I was expected at the school to pick up a sick Kolby. I was also about to mail three packages that needed outposted today, and I was going to deliver a purse to a KrinkleKut customer. I was on a deadline and couldn't be locked in my 3yr old son's bedroom!
Plus, my phone was in the other room. Even if I jumped out the window, I'd be locked out of my house because all the doors are locked. They are always locked.
Anyway, I started looking around the room for something to jimmy the lock. Luckily for me, this door lock wasn't like our other door locks, which take a lot of finagling (is that still a word?) and a special pointed and skinny tool to turn the lock. With this lock, I just needed something flat like a penny, to slide in place and turn the lock.
Then I found it. The flat disk-like shape that winds the music in Kimble's toy giraffe. I tried it, and it opened.
Thank goodness. It would have been a very long day until The Husband got home, and my poor school-age kids would have not been able to get in the house for hours! Locks. I definitely need them, but I wish Kimble wouldn't use them so much!