Locked Out

So this story could get long - but definitely one that HAD to be documented. For a while Grayson went through a little phase about locking doors - all of them. So we were on the front porch one afternoon(just me and Grayson were home) watching a little rain shower when I heard the front door shut behind me and I instantly knew what had just happened - yes, I was locked out of the house. I thought, no big deal he loves play ring the door bell and somebody come answer the door. So I start ringing the door bell - he is sitting in the living room watching cartoons - paying zero attention to the door bell, the knocking, or me asking him to come open the door. So in the rain I go to the garage - thank goodness we have an external keypad for that, however that door into the house was also locked - deadbolt and all. And of course since we have a 3 year old that can start vehicles my keys were inside. So I knock on the door and politely ask him to open it - I hear him come to the door, mumble something, laugh and then I hear his little feet running back down the hallway - by this point I'm getting a little frustrated. So to the back porch I go - in the rain. Yes, we normally do have a spare key on the back porch for reasons that would take another blog entry it was not present at this time. So now I am knocking on the back door and he does come to the door and I tell him that I need in - he just stares at me and laughs - it is not funny anymore. I tell him if he hurts himself I won't be able to get to him and he needs to let me in - to no avail. By this time I am just down right mad - I had been at this for a good 10 min at this point. As I am looking in the back door/windows wondering what to do - I see him on the kitchen counter getting down the big bottle of bubbles - I can just see myself cleaning up bubble solution out of my carpet and furniture - now I am like - Robin, you've got to get in the house! So I tell him if he wants to go see his Poppa later he had better open the door - not in a nice tone. He totally ignores me and I am thinking crap - I just knew that would work. So on to plan B (actually like plan F!) So I knock and get him to come to the door and I tell him to hurry and come outside because I had found a worm!!! BINGO! The door opens and in I go - yeah, here's the bad part of the story - Grayson got a hefty spanking on his bare bottom and I set him in the chair while I explained to him why. So there he was crying his eyes out and do you know why - because he wanted to see the WORM! So I told him mommy lied there is no worm I just needed him to unlock the door - I can assure you that there being no worm hurt him worse than the spanking!!