I just spent the past 20 minutes trying to get Tess out of the bathroom. She locked herself in and was playing with baby shampoo and the baby potty.
Somehow I picked the lock with a bobby pin.
Surprisingly, she didn't seem to mind and wasn't freaked out at all. Had herself a grand ol' time causing destruction with the shampoo and some Burt's Bees Apricot oil. Good times.
Bram started to panic a bit. He went and got his toy rifle and said he would "shoot the door down."
I am not kidding. The little John Wayne wannabe really said that.
Thank the Lord it is 5:00 pm. You know what that means.