Lumpyhead squealed while Sarah tried to unlock the door with a pen (no go) then verbal direction ("Turn the thing on the knob! No, the other way. Just a little more! You can do it! No - wait, turn the - almost . . ."). Peter eventually jimmied the lock open with a wire hanger.
Meanwhile, I laughed and laughed and laughed.
And ran to get my camera.
6 comments:
You are cruel and unusual.
And my draft is going slow.
When I was little (older than Lumpyhead for sure), I accidentally locked myself in the bathroom with the tub running. It was an old school lock (old house) and my mom kept saying, "It's BUH-LOW the doorknob, merseydotes. BUH-LOW the doorknob." And then she heard the sound of me puffing away at the doorknob (get it? blowing the doorknob?) and just about peed her pants in the hallway laughing.
That last picture is fantastic. I would have take pictures too.
HA! I have to admit, that makes me giggle. I probably would have snapped a few pictures too.
Poor baby.
Hee hee hee hee hee.
It's there precious moments no parent can afford to miss. You should have taken more photos.
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