Chase has been trying to figure out doors lately. He has figured out how to open the downstairs bathroom door in our house but so far that is the only one (it must be easier to open or something). He likes to close the doors in the house and quite often gets stuck in a room because he has shut himself in. Well for some reason, if there is a lock on the door that you lock by turning a little thing on the door knob, he thinks that helps him open the door or something. I knew he did this but I have always been inside when he locked the door and never thought about the possibility of being outside. We have a lock like this on our front door and the door out to the garage. The other day I had been shopping and when I got home both younger boys were stinky and hungry so I got them taken care of and then went out to get the bags out of the trunk. I left the door open cause I was just going to be a second and heard Chase shut it. But I didn't think much of it until I went to open the door. Yep Chase had locked it. I was in shock for a minute. I didn't have a key or a phone. So I ran around to check the front door not expecting it to be open because we had been gone all day. Sure enough it was locked too. All the blinds were shut so I couldn't see in. About that time Kamron started screaming, then Chase started crying. I was imagining Chase crawling into Kam's car seat and laying on top of him (which he has done several times) so I started to panic thinking that my baby could be suffocating just on the other side of the door and there was nothing I could do about it. So I was crying and praying and yelling for Chase to unlock the door and trying to think which window would be the best to break. After about ten minutes Chase turned the lock again and let me in. I was so relieved and then I was really mad!!! So needless to say I hid a spare key outside so the next time I can get in.
Just a few days later I was over at my parents house along with Debbie and her kids and David and his kids. Debbie came upstairs and said Chase was locked in a bedroom. Sure enough, he got in a room and again turned the same kind of lock and was stuck. Usually it is easy to break out of a bedroom but this door required a specific key. So mom got every key she could find and we tried them all but none of them worked. After about a half hour David, my brother, was able to use a pocket knife and screwdriver to break him out. You would think he would learn! I tried to show him how he locked it but he just freaked out that I was locking him in again.
Then (yes I know you would think we would learn) I took Matt to get his haircut the other day and I was paying for it so I had my back to the front door. And a lady that worked there came in and said is there a reason that the front door is locked. Yeah, he had locked the door of the business. What a twerp!!!