I'm flying solo during a big snow storm here and I have both the boys so I tried to go out and shovel the walk as fast as I could while Quinn was sleeping and Aiden was watching a movie. When I tried to get back in, that little shit had locked the screen door and was inside eating a freshly baked cupcake that was cooling on the stove. There are other ways into the house but I was envisioning him dead inside when he wouldn't answer me. Fool was just finishing his cupcake.
One of the kiddos I teach on Sundays did the same thing to his mom! She stepped out to check the mail, he locked the screen door, and when she finally got back inside (crawling through a window into her garage, cracking the bone in her heel in the process because she was barefoot) she found him on the couch with the entire box of goldfish crackers poured out onto the cushions, eating them and watching Sesame Street.
Note to self: when my kid figures out how to lock the doors, always keep the keys on my person.
Seriously. In this case they didn't help for this door because we don't have the key to the storm door. I could have gone in our other door but it's not easily accessible. Thankfully he showed up before I had deal with it lol
Re: My fucking kid, man
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