A couple months ago, my husband got the bright idea to purchase uncut keys for our daughters. Rather than constantly fighting them for our own keys, the new sets allowed them to have their own collection, which they both toted around as airs of importance. Because of this, both Shane and I have taken to locking the doors of rooms where we do not want the girls.
Around that same time, Arabella figured out that an uncut key contains the perfect formation for unlocking all of the interior knobs in our household. Good bye, bathroom privacy.
Today, I was enjoying a few moments of piece and quiet in the restroom while I took the opportunity to brush my teeth and wash my face. I heard the jiggle of the knob and quickly called out, "I'm in here."
Little footsteps faded away, only to return along with the clinking of metal. I heard the slight ting of keys hitting keys, of the slide into the lock, and then of the traitorous click as the connection was opened.
Arabella: Mama, what are you doing in here?
Me: I'm busy, sweetie. Go back to the other room and play. I'll be there in a few minutes.
Arabella: But what are you doing?
Me: Getting ready for bed. I'd like some privacy, please.
Arabella: Oh. If you want privacy, Mama, why didn't you lock the door?
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