This morning I went outside for a couple of minutes to measure our window wells so that I could order covers for them. I left Brigham inside because it's super cold and I new that I'd only be a couple of minutes. Brigham seemed content to watch through the windows and I didn't see any harm in this idea. (Those of you who have been moms longer than I have are probably smiling right now knowing what can happen when you leave an almost two-year old alone even for just a couple of minutes.)
Anyway, I was really fast in my measuring and quickly returned to my back door. Unfortunately and to my dismay, when I turned the knob I found that I had been locked out of the house. (Didn't know Brig knew how to do that one yet.) I knew that all of the other doors were locked and wasn't sure that Brigham would know what to do when I started asking him to unlock the door. I saw three options at the time: Try to break in (this didn't sound like a good one to me); Call Daddy to come home from work with his house key; Plead and hope that Brig would be capable of unlocking the door - which he's never done before.
I decided that the third option was the best one to start with especially since Brigham was still right there at the door. Thankfully, after lots of gestures, pointing, and talking through the glass door Brigham started trying the lock again and after a few attempts the lock turned back open and I was able to open the door. Hooray!
I couldn't be mad seeing that Brig had know idea that what he had done was naughty, so I just applauded him for obeying Mommy and gave him a treat as a reward.
Phew! What an ordeal!