Knobless

Walker is currently knobless...

When he gets in trouble (which seemed to be pretty frequent over the weekend) he will run upstairs... slam his door... and lock it!! About the 5th time of saying, "Unlock it NOW"... it dawns on me that we have a "key" to open it... by this time I'm tearing apart my bedroom trying to find the "key" and thinking all kinds of lovely *&^%$#@ words. He then opens it up and yells, "What!!!" Nice.

So after a nice long chat about door slamming, yelling, locking the door I think we've got it all handled... a few hours later the whole scene repeats itself and I'm trying to not yell and say open the door please and I get a big "NO!...I'm not going too!" I decided the knob was to come off until further notice.

Ahh... the life of parenthood.