Hey Jake,
You usually don't have much to say to me on the phone, but apparently you're having a grand ol' time at grandma's, and peeing in the toilet like a good little boy.
I have to tell you a funny story (funny now, of course...) that happened a couple days before you took off:
The door to my "home office" has a lock on the inside handle. Twist the apparatus in the handle, and it locks. No keyholes involved, no keys. Lately I have taken to locking the door when I'm working, so that you're not parading in and out all day. I'll unlock it periodically throughout the day and let you in to play for awhile or get on the computer. Then I'll say, "Bye, Jake! Momma's gotta work! See ya later!" and you'll give me a big kiss, say bye-bye and head out the door. A while ago you started locking the door before closing it behind you. (God, you're a good kid...)
It was in the back of my mind that eventually, no one would be in the room when you left, and you'd lock us *all* out of the room. Well, of course, "eventually" finally happened, and you locked the door to an empty room a few days ago.
There's an air conditioner in the window to the room, so it's impossible to open it to climb through. But daddy took you outside, removed the one square foot or so of baffling above the air conditioner and shoved you through to the other side and you unlocked the door for me. I soooooo wish I had a picture of daddy shoving your little butt through that tiny little hole.
Our temporary solution is to duct-tape the door handle so you can't lock it. How ghetto. Someday soon we'll just have to go to Home Depot and get a new one.
I miss you so much! Love you!
1 comment:
I will tell you now that he did that on purpose! Oh yes, he did.
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