moosh in indy.

The child proof door knob covers have worked fantastically at keeping little miss moosh inside her room when she’s supposed to be in there. One tiny little thing I didn’t think through?
She could still reach the lock, and she knows how to use it.
Yesterday as she refused to take a nap I carried on with my life, until I heard “OH MAMA!” *knock knock* “OOOHHH MAAAMAAAA!” *pound pound* I figured if the little toad was going to be banging on the door I may as well let her out and have her play with knives, because if she’s playing with them I won’t be using them to dig out my ears.
Little toad locked the door, and refused to unlock it.
I tried all the tricks I knew on getting a door open but none worked. On my fifth attempt at trying to stick something small into the tiny hole on the doorknob that is supposed to pop the lock out I heard “Mama. I’m naked.” very matter of fact.
“You’re naked?”
“Yup”
I picked up the pace slightly to liberate the liberated butt locked in the bedroom but to no avail. Then I heard,
“Mama, I’m going to use the potty.”
“Really?”
“Yup.”
I fast forwarded my life momentarily and saw her on a Dr. Phil show titled “Teenagers in Diapers: When Parents Screw Up.” Because if this indeed was the tell all moment where she had decided that she was going to use the toilet and finally become a potty trained member of society I was really screwing it up given that I couldn’t unlock the door and it was my fault she was stuck in there in the first place. I pulled out the screwdriver and took the entire doorknob off, not so quick, but guaranteed results.
the naked moosh burst forth and in fact sat on the toilet, she didn’t do anything except sit, but she did sit without screaming that the toilet was scary.
Baby steps, little naked baby steps.
I’m still using the doorknob cover, modified with duct tape.