Selective memory and bad sense of humor

On Tuesday we locked ourselves out of the house.

We were sitting on the front porch after walking the dog, enjoying the sunshine and killing time before Preschool. After I realized the door was locked and checked the alternative three entrances, I called Husband at work and asked for help. I hate asking him to do things for me. Especially when I make a mistake and am in my rare, vulnerable, ‘not perfect’ state. Sure it was bad we were running late and I had to come back home to change into my riding gear. But looking into Husband’s eyes and scrambling for explanation on why I had no key ( do you take keys to sit on a front porch?!) really put a damper on my week.

Fast forward to this evening and Little J and I are having dinner. He does his usual ‘anywhere but sitting at the table’ routine and insist of having to go potty. But this time he says he has to go again a few minutes later. As he reaches the bathroom, he is calling for help. Apparently there is a problem with the door.

Sure enough, the door is locked. He turned the lock on the inside and after closing the door, it locked. I told him to go upstairs, fixed the door while he was gone, then gave him the speech on why never to do that again.

The fact that he did it to the upstairs bathroom so he could not go and brush his teeth before bedtime I will contribute to his sense of humor. I sat him down:

Me: “Did I tell you downstairs never to lock the doors again?

Little J: “I don’t remember”

Me: “What was the number on the fire engine parked on our street last month?”

Little J: “81″

I rest my case.

After I tucked him in and came downstairs I found the bathroom locked again. So I think it is safe to say we have solved the mystery of the Tuesday fiasco. See darling, I am perfect after all, but that son of yours…

 

 

 

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7 Comments

  1. Posted April 22, 2011 at 07:42 by Jessica | Permalink

    Twitter:
    How in the world can he remember the number on the fire engine from a month ago?
    Jessica recently posted..Grandma’s Birthday

    • Posted April 22, 2011 at 10:00 by Stasha | Permalink

      It is so easy when you want to and so hard when you have to! That’s sums up my son in one sentence.

  2. Posted April 22, 2011 at 15:23 by Bill | Permalink

    Twitter:
    I locked myself out of the house once. I had to then kick the door in, causing hundreds of dollars of damage.

    Now, I do bring the keys with me when I sit outside.

    only afterward did I realize i only needed to break a window. that’s like fifty bucks to replace.
    Bill recently posted..10 Plagues of Egypt – Philadelphia edition

    • Posted April 22, 2011 at 18:36 by Stasha | Permalink

      Your son will be locking you out soon. And I bet you have double glazed windows now. Be afraid Bill, be very afraid.

  3. Posted April 22, 2011 at 19:58 by Queen Mahin | Permalink

    Oh, my goodness, I’ve locked us out of the house twice in the last two weeks. Finally got smart and gave my daughter the spare house key to hold on to.
    Queen Mahin recently posted..Its Super Dynamic Cooking Time

    • Posted April 22, 2011 at 20:52 by Stasha | Permalink

      Even smarter would be to have a handsome neighbor. But you are one step ahead ;)

  4. Posted April 27, 2011 at 02:06 by Urška via Facebook | Permalink

    :D

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