So last week, on an unusually busy morning, my son locked himself in the bathroom. Mind you, he’s two.
Somehow he had sneaked past me, slammed the door in what appeared to be a game for him, and turned the little lock on the handle. I don’t have a key to that lock.
Suddenly my mind started racing: How do I pick the lock? Should I break down the door? Call the fire department?
After 15 panicky minutes of not being able to get the door open or talk Sam into turning the little lock on the other side (and he had become increasingly quiet, I might add), I resorted to the ultimate “I’ve failed” phone call. On the other end, after he stopped laughing, my father asked if I had tried a key. Any key.
Guess what? My front door key worked! Strange, but true.
I whooshed in, rescued by little boy and moved out of the way as he ran past, totally unscathed. I now saw why he had turned quiet: the toilet was filled with an entire roll of toilet paper that I had to dig out with my own hands since we are on a septic system and I didn’t want to risk stoppage. (You can stop laughing now.)
As if the morning wasn’t hurried enough, not 20 minutes later my son found a full glass of water at my bedside and proceeded to dump it all over the bed. It, of course, went through the sheets, the mattress pad and into the mattress (maybe I need to buy one of these?). I’ll admit, however, it was cute when he started to splash around in it and grin at me.
My parents said it’s all part of being a mom and I’m sure my little one will try my patience with many more incidences. Share some of your stories here (my husband, who conveniently wasn’t home at the time, suggested I share this one). I need a laugh now!