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September 16, 2009

Oh, Aaliyah...

Hm. I was going to blog yesterday. About how quick toddlers are to pick things up, things so insignificant to yourself that you don't pay much attention to until they're mocking you. Actually, I'm still doing that, but now I'm blogging about new material Aaliyah gave me last night.

She locked me out the apartment. :urk: And she didn't know how to unlock it (it's a deadbolt) or even understand what she did. The thing is, I had no idea she even knew how to lock it. She watches me do it ALL the time, it's the first thing I do when I get in. She can't even open the door since she doesn't know to turn the knob more. She must have stood on the couch and reached over, the same way she reaches the light switch. Just a week ago we were having trouble locking the door because that deadbolt wouldn't turn all the way. And the one time she tries it is when I go outside for less than a minute (to grab the mail)!

I don't know if she tried to unlock it. It's harder to turn the opposite way, and I'd imagine she wouldn't know to do so anyway. I heard her on the other side saying, "Mama, come in! Mama!" as I knocked and called her name. :shifty: At least she was trying to open the door. She wasn't scared at all, she thought it was a game. She always closes the other doors inside the apartment and knocks for me to say, "Come in!". I heard her running around and giggling while I tried not to freak out. :eek: I spent what felt like at least 10 minutes looking for someone to borrow a phone from. One neighbor hasn't been home in months (he's in the military) and the other two I know weren't home.

I considered the window.

For a split second, I live on the second floor. :dead:

Eventually one couple came home. At first the guy tried opening it and then the lady showed me where the manager lives (she wasn't home). Blah. I ended up calling my mom, even though she lives at about 15 minutes away. When I was able to get in she was sleep on the couch. :shifty: Must be nice.

I never thought to take the apartment key with me for such a quick run (less than a minute), but now I know. :grumpy: Aaliyah half way knows how to turn a deadbolt lock.

1 comment

# Simply Precious on September 16, 2009 at 16:05
Hahaha! That story reminds me of a story my mom told me... How I was like 3 or 4 years old, but I KNEW how to unlock/lock the door too, and that I had unlocked it and went outside(I must have stood on a chair too). LOL!

How did you get in, in the end? Yeah, I know you called your mom, but how did she get you in?

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