Well, That Was Fun

While Bryn was eating lunch I ran outside to move my car for street sweeping, and as I heard the street sweepers coming down the street behind me I was so glad I barely dodged the parking ticket!

My feelings of victory were short-lived, however, when I approached my door and heard wild laughter from the sweet little angel pictured above. She had figured out how to lock the dead bolt. And my house key was inside. Awesome.

Meanwhile, my brownies were burning in the oven and Bryn was dancing to the rhythm of the beeping timer. Bryn thought the whole thing was rather funny and kept saying "Wow Bryn! You locked the door all by yourself!" Yes. Yes you did.

My attempts to convince Bryn to unlock the door were completely unsuccessful, but thank goodness for large, low windows and a screen that popped out easily.