2.10.2012

Keys

He thinks if he has my keys in his hand the door will magically open for him.  I hear the banging of keys against the door knob, then the wiggling of the door knob, then the keys again.  As soon as learns he has to turn the knob to open it, I'm doomed.

Luckily for me, at least the front door I can dead-bolt to keep shut.  We've only got a few more months until he's tall enough to reach that too, I'm sure.

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