I feel the need to preface this story with a few facts about our house. At the time of this particular incident, we still had the original front door on our home. We had added a deadbolt to try and keep the boys from opening the door, however it took them zero seconds to figure out how to turn the latch and escape. So in addition to the regular lock and deadbolt we decided to install a latch about a foot down from the top of the door that also had to be released in order for it to open.
With that said, I had to go to the bathroom. Bad. It was early afternoon, the boys had just gotten up from naps and were playing in the living room. I went in and shut the door about half way. I did my business and tried flushing the toilet. However the lever wasn't working. I took lid off the top and noticed the chain had disattached. I pulled up my sleeves and reached my arm in to fix it and hear, "Hello... Hello?". It was a woman's voice. Unfamiliar. I run into the living room and see a lady standing there inbetween my boys. She see's the confusion on my face and begins explaining how she had seen the boys in the driveaway trying to get into our car and came right over when she realized there were no adults outside with them. I begin babbling about how I was in the bathroom and that the doors were locked, how could this happen, ect. She points to the recliner that was now pushed up against the wall next to the door, indicating the culprit. At this point, the boys run over to the chair, shouting "See Momma, see!" So very proud of their latest achievement.
I was at a loss for words. She could see that, and kindly introduced herself. I thanked her about 100 times in a matter of minutes. Feeling my embarrassment and guilt, she shared a story with me about her kids breaking out of her house when they were younger. She said her nieghbor lady brought her kids home atleast once a week and was happy to return the favor.
Love thy neighbor. Seriously!
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