Kate's sense of humor

March 29, 2014
While my anecdotes are usually about Laura, here's one about Kate. 

When Shane installed new bedroom and bathroom doors a couple of years ago, Kate soon learned how to master the easy locks which thankfully open with a coin or any thin, hard tool or object. So at least every couple of days, I go upstairs to get or do something and find at least one, if not all the bedroom and bathroom doors shut tight and locked. Every now and again, Kate is inside one of the doors, laughing herself into hysterics. It was happening so frequently that I took to carrying a nickel around in my back pocket to get the doors open quickly.

On Wednesday, I found Laura's door locked, with Kate being the culprit, so I administered a little, umm, training and headed to get a shower. Ten minutes later, I emerge from the bathroom, ensconced in a bath towel, see our bedroom closed and yes, firmly locked. Kate is no where to be seen or heard. Seth, at that moment, flying up the stairs intent on getting something from his room, comes to my aid by producing a coin from his wallet and lets me into my own room. I was hopping mad, just a little.

Fast forward to this morning, unshowered and dressed still in my morning clothes, I have to escort Laura to our neighbor's door so she can play with Seth and the neighbor girl. I leave Kate waiting and watching by the storm door. A very quick trip to the neighbor's and then back to our own front doorstep and our front door is closed up. I check the door knob and sure enough it is locked tight. I sigh and ring the doorbell, knowing Shane is upstairs. As soon as the doorbell rings, maniacal laughter is heard from the other side of the door and there is a fumbling with the lock as she lets me in. Oh goodness. Now I have to add a key to the nickel in my pocket, doh!