Tuesday, October 28, 2008
We had a little adventure on Sunday. I was cooking dinner, and Keith was playing with Em in the living room. **Side note: She is suddenly very interested in closing doors.** She hopped up, ran down the hall and into the bathroom. She slammed the door closed, and by the time Keith got there, had turned the lock on the door knob. Of course, she had no idea what she'd done, or how to undo it. She was happily chatting away in the bathroom while Keith was trying to jimmy the door and asking her to unlock it. When it became obvious we weren't going to be able to unlock the door, I suggested we take the door knob off. Seemed simple enough. Unfortunately, the innards of the knob cracked during the process, and Keith was left to rip it apart piece by piece with a pair of pliers. By now, Emmy didn't think this was so fun anymore and was standing right on the other side of the door screaming. We kept peeking into the hole and trying to keep her calm. In total, she was probably locked in a total of 10 minutes, but it felt like an eternity to her and to us! Now, every door in the house with a twist lock has a large piece of tape over the entire knob to prevent any reenactments of Sunday's adventures.