Hayes inadvertently became a latch key kid for what seemed like 15 minutes, but was probably closer to 5, when we locked him in the house and us out yesterday. Yes, by the wonders of technology, we were able to lock ourselves out of the house, while keeping Hayes locked in. And boy was it fun!

What followed seemed like a bad movie. We could see the keys in the mudroom, right above Hayes’ head and a relatively easy spot for Hayes. On. Any. Other. Day. Yesterday, however, he forgot what up was, what keys were, what pants were and what bring is. If he could have understood a couple of those, we probably could have gotten him to get us the keys through the mail slot.

Instead, it went something like this:

“Hayes! Get the keys!”
“ouh?”
“Hayes, look up!”
“Go outside?”
“Hayes, yes, go outside. Turn the knob”
He wiggles the knob.
“Go outside?”
“Hayes, turn around and look up.”
“ouh?”
“Hayes get the keys”
“TC?” Hayes attacks the cat (TC) who proceeds to bite him. Hayes laughs.
“Hayes, get moma’s pants!” Jen’s pants also have keys in them and are on the mudroom floor.
“Ou?”
And on. And on.
This continued for what seemed like 17 hours until Hayes got bored and left. Jen tried to coax him back, but a quick decision had to be made. As they say with toddlers, “Out of site, into trouble.” Actually, I just made that saying up, but they should say it. Thats when the hammer came out and the glass on the door went “bye-bye.” I reached through the hole in the glass, opened the door and sprinted to find Hayes. Not in the kitchen. I run into the family room and there’s Hayes playing with legos.
“Go outside?” Yah, maybe later.