I’m laying at least part of the blame in this fiasco on getting new front doors installed last year:
My youngest turns 3 in a few days. He’s sound asleep at the moment and I’m always amazed at how peaceful he looks when he is at rest.
A generally easy-going kid, he has a twisted sense of humor and a penchant for unexpected mischief. Lately, this has been demonstrated in his love of locking everyone out of the house. The first couple times it happened to me, I was lucky — it was hot, so our windows were open and screens are relatively easy to get through (something to remember, should I ever decide on a career shift from coffee roaster to cat burglar). Since then, if I go out, I make sure someone else is nearby in the house with him or I grab my keys.
This morning, when I was gardening and he was in and out of the house, I had my keys in my pocket and was smugly prepared when he inevitably locked the storm door and the inner steel door.




