The little guy's never in his room, so I wasn't expecting much when I grabbed the handle to look inside. But it was locked. It's never locked. He doesn't even know how to lock the door.
Yet, there it was. He must have locked himself in there. I banged and screamed for him to open the door. So did Mr. Humphries. 15 minutes later, we started to become unnerved that he wouldn't even respond. If he was sleeping, how was it possible that he could stay asleep through the house-shattering noise we were creating out there?
I started having visions of him lying unconscious on the floor, having choked on some candy he wasn't supposed to have...or worse. Finally, I told Mr. Humphries just to break the door down. I couldn't wait one second longer. So he did. He kicked the door right in half! And guess what? Little guy still didn't wake up! We had to grab him and shake him to make him respond at all. He was totally fine. Just tired. Just totally friggin' tired!
- Get a key for those doors.
- Cherish that little guy, even when he drives me insane and makes me buy new doors.
- Make more scenes in my book like that. I've felt that kind of tension in reading good books. I felt it in the extreme last night, but that's what I am going for. Gripping desperation to know what is happening.
- How to break a door down...
Have you experienced any extreme circumstances like this?