Late Last Night

It was late last night.  Shane was watching his movies in bed, on the verge of sleep.  Austin had had taken alate nap, so I was letting him play around the bedroom for a bit.  Suddenly I noticed he was gone!  Trying to call softly so as to not rouse Shane, I heard an answering grunt from downstairs.  I tip-toe/dash down the stairs just in time to see...

I wait a minute... sure enough the knob jiggles a bit.  There's a scratching sound at the edge of the door.  Then he yells "Maaaa".  I kept quiet to see what he would do.  He yelled for a few more times and when the worried tone starts to creep into his voice, I reach for the doorknob to let the little guy out.  LOCKED!  Austin's cries are panicked and pitiful, but the boys had been playing with our "keys" (a big ol' nail), so it's not on the radiator right there by the door where it usually is.  As I turn to run upstairs, hoping they'd left that "key" alone, my foot kicks a shoe into the closet and I hear a muffled ping of the nail.  By the time I scrambled through the pile of shoes to find the wayward "key", Austin is at wake-the-neighborhood volume.

It was terribly cuddly pitiful-sad when he came out.

Poor guy.

Will he learn to stay near me and not to close doors behind him?- no.