Just when you think you know a guy.
Monday, February 11, 2013
I Am The Gatekeeper, But He is the Keymaster
On Saturday morning, out of the blue, Sam ganked a set of keys from the coffee table and set about making his escape. Apparently, the last 16 months have not been, as I assumed, a beautiful and enriching bonding experience, but rather an undercover opportunity for him to study locksmithing at close range, nothing but a means to a Shawshank-style redemption.
Just when you think you know a guy.
Just when you think you know a guy.
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hey, at least he hasn't hidden them in a hide-y hole...yet? my brother did that to my mum's keys for half a year (she couldn't find them) before producing them magically and repeating "keys!" when she'd ask where he'd found them. (he was a toddler at the time...i guess it's the age when keys become attractive?) anyway, beware! haha.
ReplyDeleteHe is so stinkin cute! Love it and can totally picture mine trying to do the same thing, but he has to figure out how to open the gate first...shouldn't have wrote that, bet he learns asap;-)
ReplyDeleteI go now! Hahahahahaha.
ReplyDeleteGaaahhhh, the way he toddles about is just DARLING!
Awesomely cute, and he did it all without any tantrums, so I'm thinking you are still good for a while.
ReplyDelete"It's nothing personal, I just saw an ice-cream van I like the look of."
ReplyDeleteOMG, I'm in LOVE! I'll come rescue you, Sam!
ReplyDeleteJust be thankful you have some serious (and high up!) locks on that door, because my little man ran away around that age while left home with Daddy for a rare Mommy's morning out. Let himself out the door, shut it behind him so nothing seemed amiss, got in his PowerWheels truck, drove to the gate, let himself out, shut it behind himself so the dogs wouldn't get out, and BOOKED IT. He got brought home by some lady who followed him around the neighborhood in her car. >.<