You remember how Addy locked herself in the bathroom, twice?
This week she locked our bedroom door and closed it. Luckily she was on the outside of it and didn’t try to grab a bag and leave the house again. She was just…practicing? I’m not sure. She was stealthy about it. And remember how I was all “Brownlee! Turn the knobs the other way?!” He didn’t.
So I took it upon myself to do some half-assed childproofing. A bumpie suggested putting socks on the doors to stop them from getting locked.
I did kick it up a notch and put a rubberband around it so at least when she starts fumbling with it I can stop her. Or if she’s anything like me she will get frustrated and quit.
Parenting puts a whole new meaning to seeing a sock on the door knob.
Any half-assed parenting secrets you’d like to share with me?