Hmmm...Uh-oh....

Well, I entered into a new level of momma-hood yesterday.  I was locked out of the house by a 23 month old.  Yup.  Very impressive for this little bear cub considering that he can barely reach the door knob and the lock he managed to turn is a good 5" higher. 


I was taking the dog outside for a quick potty-break (a 1 min. max trip, mind you).  I made sure that the older cub was happily absorbed with a picture book and the younger was cooing on his playmat before stepping out the front door and closing it behind me.  The dog did his business in record time and I went to open the door.  Nope.  Not happening.  Definitely locked.  And no hide-a-key.  Whoopsie.  It was then that I saw my dear little bear cub's nose pressed against the window on the door with a, "Who? Surely not I, sweet Momma dearest...", expression on his face.  I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, honestly.  Fortunately, I remembered that my mom (who lives 15 mins away) had a key, and God was good enough to make sure that I had my handy dandy cell phone in my pocket.


While my wonderful mother was on her way, I tried get my child to repeat his fateful actions, but in reverse.  No good.  I think at this point he realized that locking momma out may not have been the best plan.  Tears and more tears, followed by a tantrum that lasted all the way down the hallway and back ( which, incidentally, caused my youngest to completely lose it ).  After his little meltdown, the wheels in his head really began to turn.  I believe his thoughts went something like this...."Momma's out there.  I'm in here.  She can't get in here. Mwahahahahahahaha!" ( I said "something like this", not "exactly like this").  Anyway, he began tearing through the lower kitchen cupboards, pulling out vinegar and olive oil like it was going out of style, with me, standing on a lawn chair and banging on the kitchen window, saying, "No! Not the trash can...ahh!  Keep the salt in the container honey...no, it is not snow!  The olive oil jar is not a base ball bat sweetie!"  And so on...


Thank goodness my mom arrived before he figured out how to open the olive oil (he mastered the vinegar, by the way).  Momma got inside, attended to little ones...and hid a hide-a-key.  Nana stayed to play with the bear cubs and we had a lovely picnic lunch out in the sunshine.  So God worked it out for good.  And He gave me a humdinger of a story to tell a future daughter-in-law. ;-)