Years ago when Danny and I bought our house, we noticed that the only door knob in the house that has a lock on it (other than the outside doors) is the one on our master bathroom, and it is installed backwards. We never gave thought to it... Never had reason to.... that is until today. Danny and I were in the bathroom this morning. He was brushing his teeth, and I was fixing my hair. Grant was running around the house, playing. He ran through our bedroom and slammed the bathroom door. I mentioned to Danny that I was thankful Grant didn't catch his fingers in it because he slammed it so hard. Danny finished his business and went to get dressed. YEP, you guessed it. The door was locked! Hmmmm.... what to do now. We poked the end of my comb in the hole in the knob... no luck. Jiggled the door knob and banged on the door... no luck. I layed down on the floor and hollered at Grant, "Graaaaannnt, come here." I hear the small, sweet voice from two rooms away, "no." Again I call, "Grant, please come here buddy." Again, "no." At this point, I am starting to panic a little. Time is ticking away, and I have a ton of court cases set. We have no way of calling anyone and the window in the bathroom doesn't open. I began to wonder if our only hope was the judge (my boss) sending law enforcement out to either 1) complete a welfare check or 2) execute a bench warrant for my arrest when I fail to show up for work. Thank heavens I have a strong "brute" for a husband and a cheaply made mobile home. Danny was able to pull really hard on the knob and push the door open. Yet again, ahhhhh, the joys of parenthood!
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