Young
The Response: Mr. Mischief — Jessica
Danny and I walked downstairs to let the dogs out. I found a pretty white flower from our neighbor’s bush
that had grown through our fence and began to snap a few shots of it with my phone. I half heard Danny walk back inside but kept photographing the flower. Then I heard the door slam shut and the little “clink” that meant he had turned the lock. He was now locked safely inside the basement while I was outside with my phone.
After a few minutes of telling him to turn the little button on the door knob he finally did it and I was able to open the door. It’s funny though, this kind of thing has happened to us with at least half the kids, and they always start out laughing and then get more and more upset as they can’t get to me. I was going to give him a few more minutes before I gave up and called 911.
Oh the joys of being a mother to young children! No wonder I’m so grey!
Oh, what a sweet face! It’s a great story, too. I have only one like that. Little Bridget locked herself into the minivan shortly after we got it. Thankfully, I was able to talk her through the unlocking process.