Wanting to show off my independence, I decided to take it upon myself to wash off the sticky residue left from candy cane I was FINALLY able to enjoy (thank you, Aunt Judy!)
I took myself to the bathroom, closed the door, locked it, and turned on the water.
Apparently 2 minutes is too long of a time to be out of my Mother's sight, so she came to find me. When she heard the water running and discovered the door was locked, she calmly asked me to unlock & open the door. Being unfamiliar with this new kind of lock (as we were at my Nanny & Pappy's house), it was much harder to unlock than it was to lock, especially with wet soapy hands.
Naturally, panic set in, and her voice started getting louder. I know she means business when her volume gets turned up.
When she couldn't jiggle the handle hard enough to open the door (why do people do that, anyways?) she called upon my Dad.
Then the crowd stared to gather.
I'm at my best in a crowd, so naturally, I involved the entire family in my rescue.
If the question is "how many adults does it take to free a 2 year old from a bathroom?" I will tell you the answer is "5".
After approximately 10 minutes, the door was finally ajar, the steam had settled & I took full advantage of all of the comfort being offered up.
I even conjured up a tear or two for effect.
Evidently, the potential for flood, 2nd degree burns and a Nordic-style steam room is increased exponentially the longer the hot water faucet is turned to full-blast.
Note to self: when there are two knobs, use the hand you don't throw with to turn on the water.
Got it.
Just trying to give the extended family a little glimpse into the reality of the B-Blogs!
Merry Christmas!
