Locked out

My four year old is going through a phase where he loves to be in charge.  One of the things he loves to do is lock doors.  It has led to quite a few children pounding on the front door trying to get in recently.  We had a discussion about why it wasn't a good idea and it wasn't too big of deal because someone was always on the inside.  Until today that is.

I was busy loading the youngest 4 into the minivan to head to a class my preschoolers take, I buckled in the 1 year old and ran back in to grab the baby. I  reached for the door and it was of course, locked.  There are four doors to get into our house and I ran around to all of them. Every. Single. Stinking.  Door.  LOCKED! I called my husband to see if he had a key in his shop somewhere.  No such luck.

I began really freaking out at this point. I could see the baby through a window and could also tell that the window in our entryway was (Thank you Jesus!) unlocked. Ran to the garage, grabbed a ladder, and pried the screen out of a window.

The way in


 
 
Picked up the amazing lockmaster of a four year old and hoisted him through the window.  Thankfully he is as good at unlocking as locking and was able to let me in. 

Iron Man, slightly blurry villain and superhero of this story





Thankfully baby was as happy as a slightly sleepy clam and we were able to continue on our way just slightly late. 

What's the big deal guys?

 Oh man. I never saw this coming.