Look at this innocent baby boy.
There's no way that could be responsible for this. Right?
Wrong! Oh so wrong. In case it's hard to tell from my awesome iPhone pics, the door is off it's hinges, the doorknob is in pieces and my hands are covered in door grease. Who knew there was such a thing?
Here's how the conversation went with my 2 1/2 year old on the side with a lock and me on the other.
Me: "unlock the door please."
Boy: "okay Momma."
Me: "please turn the knob and unlock the door."
Boy: "I love you Momma."
Me: "I love you too, please unlock the door."
Boy: "Mickey Mouse Choo- Choo Express!"
Me: "Please turn the water off and unlock the door."
You can imagine the rest, it went on for a while.
Yes I tried picking the lock. Didn't work. I tried taking the doorknob apart. Didn't work. Finally I resorted to taking the hinges off and pulling the door off that way. And when I rescued him from his prison did I get a thank you? Nope. I did get an inspection of my tools and a semi- nice request for Mickey Mouse.
All before lunchtime.