The other night I put Payton to bed and she kept messing with her door. You know, opening and closing it, then running around. Once I put her to bed, I left her room like always and closed her door.
The next morning Lindsey went to open the door and guess what? It was locked. I grabbed the key (it is the simple push kind, easy to open, right?) and kept trying to push it. The lock was stuck. So we knocked and Payton answered “come get me.” We tried to have her climb out of her crib and open the door. She started to freak out and kept saying she didn’t know how and wanted us to get her out.
I did not want to have to break down the door, but if that was the only option, I would show my powerful door kicking skills off. Instead I grabbed my screwdriver and hammer and pried the handle off. I was fortunate enough to not break the door at all. I rescued Payton. It was a very scary ten minutes.
