Locked

Dear Amelia and Max - 

Amelia ~ A couple of weekends ago, I put Max in his crib and turned on some music for you to dance to while I took a shower. I was about half way done with my shower when you told me that you shut baby Max's bedroom door and you couldn't open it. I thought you were kidding. Boy was I wrong.

After my shower, I thought to myself "I better check that out..."

"...my sweet girl wouldn't lock her brother in his room"

I turned the knob. Locked. Sh*t. I calmly found a thing-a-majig to unscrew the handles off the doors, pushed the knob thru that was locked. That would surely magically open the door. Nope. Sh*t. I called Daddy. Still calm. "Hunny, Amelia locked Max in his room" he wasn't calm. He told me I was going to have to break down the door. Picture my 110 (hehe) pound body trying to knock down the door. I tried. Didn't work. Sh*t. I called Glamma and Cookies house. "Mom! Amelia locked Max in his room!" The other end of the line was laughing. Not. Funny. After I didn't laugh, she said "I will send Aldo over." 

Finally, Daddy told me to take the knob off your door and put it in Max's door. Didn't work. Sh*t. I figured out if I put the knob back in your door and locked it it would work! YAY! Success. 

Max ~ You were just fine.

Awesome Uncle Aldo came flying in the door to save the day...he seemed disappointed that he didn't get to break down the door! 

This is will going to turn into a Grade story. It will probably turn into Max being locked in the room for days instead of 30 mins. 

Love,

Mom