Bathroom door lock? Meet toddler. Toddler, bathroom door lock.
This isn’t the first time they’ve made nice. The last time, however, he locked himself in there with his baby brother, whom he has been known to maul (with love, of course.. painful, painful love), and I was able to successfully remove the pins from the hinges and rescue them both (the youngest from certain toddler-smothered doom, no doubt).
This time, the door had swelled too much with the warm weather to permit me enough movement to maneuver it out around the lock.
Not embarrassing at all.. why do you ask?
Note my ineffective tools on the counter.. No, the Joint Juice wasn’t something I tried. Perhaps I should have.
The best part of this whole episode was that I had put him in underwear for the first time to really work on potty-training.
What they found when they opened the door was a pee-soaked toddler laying down inside the bathroom closet. With food stains all over his shirt and a face that could rival a homeless boy.
Which reminds me, I should probably prep the house in case DCFS stops by.
At least he tried cleaning up the mess..
My most marvelous moment of this whole episode? Where I was laughing and found this all insanely amusing? Was when he was trapped in that bathroom, alternating between episodes of crying and then yelling “¡Abre!” and getting mad at the door for not opening. Ahh, Dora.. always there to brighten someone’s day.
Obviously, I couldn’t get too mad, all things considered.
I mean, who could stay mad at a face like this?