I stepped out the back door to make sure the dog was taking care of business. The door shut behind me and when I turned to go back inside, it was locked. Two little boys peered out the window as I rattled the door and instructed Patrick to unlock it. He smiled and acted like he would but instead I heard the bolt slide into the locked position. I started to feel a little panicky - okay maybe more than a little. I did NOT want to run to the neighbors and ask for the key for many reasons; mainly, I did not want to leave them in the house alone. I tried unsuccessfully to break in all the while telling Patrick to unlock it. His eyes twinkled as he giggled, kind of rattled the door, and smiled. (He does know how - he is obssessed with doors and locks ALL the time.) I must have told him 10 or more times to unlock the door before it finally swung open. He thought it was funny, I did not. He went down for a nap.
I should have known better - it was bound to happen one of these days. He is constantly locking and unlocking the doors all over the house. He has been instructed not to play with the doors and locks many times but the attraction is strong and obviously we need to keep working on that area. :)
So yes, today I was locked out of the house by a 2 1/2 year old. Thankfully it wasn't long and both boys stayed at the door. It could have been much worse. I can't help but laugh a little at the absurdity of the situation - though it was absolutely not funny at the time.
Lesson learned: Never walk out of the house without a way to get back in.