Wednesday, March 24, 2010


When E$ first saw the door knob covers and fridge lock in the package, she was really excited. A new toy!! Or so she thought. She eagerly watched as we installed them, often giggling and squealing. Such innocence and naivety. Then it happened. She tried to open the pantry in the kitchen. "I can't", she said, "". "It's locked", I said. "Yeah...I know", she said. Ahhhh sweet, sweet victory. No more bringing me jars of olives or tea bags while I'm nursing her baby sister. No more standing with the fridge wide open looking for snacks. No more bringing sodas to me, saying "Open....Coke". No sirree. She's been locked out. And it feels great :)

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