Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Longest Half Hour of My Life

This morning Asher managed to lock himself into his room. He immediately started crying, and I began frantically trying everything I could think of to open the door. I looked for the key and I tried every key on the rack downstairs. I tried picking the lock with a pin, a bobby pin and a few other things. I looked to see if I could take the door or the knob off somehow, no dice. Somewhere in there I called Dan and he said he would come home to try. In the mean time I tried a card in the door, I tried to pry the knob off, I went through the bathroom window to try to get in through the window in his room. The card wouldn't budge, the knob stayed put, the window was locked tight. 

Meanwhile Asher was just crying away. I tried to get him to wiggle the knob to unlock the door, but he just sat with his little fingers reaching under the door. He was getting snottier and sadder. When Dan got home I told him to try a ladder from another window. I started singing him songs from under the door, and he stopped crying when I got to "I am a Child of God". Dan came back to report that the ladder we had was too short. He began trying the card in the door-crack trick, but he employed the power of a wrench or something to get a better grip on the card. Asher left the door and started playing elsewhere in his room, and about a minute later Dan somehow had popped the lock open. (That trick from the movies does work!) Dan was my hero two days in a row, and boy am I lucky to have a husband like him. 

Asher just acted like nothing had happened. Go figure.   

7 comments:

Dan said...

It was a pretty anti-climactic ending - we were so happy to get the door open and he looked interrupted.

Kristy said...

This happened to me when I was babysitting! It is an aweful experience.

T-Ray said...

What a funny kid Asher is acting like it was no big deal. Oh the things you go through with kids.

jamiehixon said...

Well he was extra sensitive until he took a nap, but it was strange that he cried through all but the tail end of the ordeal.

David said...

I recall a similar situation at the church building in Santa Barbara. Was it Erika? Natalie? I don't recall but I do remember that it was their uncle Staphen that rescued them by removing the door hinges.

Lynette Mills said...

Dad told me about this Jamie, but thanks for posting so I could hear it first hand. Asher must have realized that you were doing all you could to free him from his prison.

Stephen A. Hixon said...

I locked my keys and baby Jakey in the car when he was about 8 months old. It was pretty traumatic for both of us. His Uncle Ethan bounced on the bumper and 'rocked' him to sleep. We called the police and he used a slim jim to open the door. I saw what a slim jim was and made my own so I wouldn't need him anymore.