Locksmith Needed

Tonight Elizabeth locked the bathroom door. No one was in the bathroom (thank goodness), but we still had the problem of having only one bathroom in the house, and that being inaccessible. She was horrified with what she'd done, which was deserved since Isaac had warned her about this very thing just last week when he'd noticed her fiddling with the lock. Fortunately, Isaac came home from work just an hour or so later and was able to pick the lock fairly easily.

This incident comes right on the heels of Elizabeth locking herself inside a bathroom stall in a public bathroom in downtown Minneapolis. I had been changing Amelie's diaper outside the stall, and since we were the only ones in the bathroom, I had thought it would be appropriate for Elizabeth to go by herself for the first time. (Plus, I didn't relish the idea of fitting Elizabeth, me, Amelie, and the big old diaper bag in the tiny stall!)

Once she had latched the door, though, she couldn't get it opened again. She had to crawl out under the door over the filthy floor. And since I didn't want to crawl back under it (with Amelie!) to open the latch for her, I had to track down a security guard and confess to him that we had inadvertently locked one of the stalls and left it that way!

I hope "we" have learned our lesson and have no more need for a locksmith!