A couple weeks ago I was working in the back yard; Guy was in the house with the kids. He came out to the yard to help me finish up my project. Matthew locked us out. The basement door was open, so after locking the door, both children trotted downstairs to play. I pounded on the patio door while Guy went to the front door and rang the doorbell, thinking they would be able to hear that from the basement. Allison has trouble with the deadbolts, so of course, she was the first one upstairs. She stared at Guy through the glass, but couldn't get the lock open. Matthew finally came up and unlocked the patio door.
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Fast forward to today. Matthew likes opening the heavy doors- front, garage, patio. He will step in the garage, just because he can, and them come back in the house. He never closes the door all the way since he's not tall enough to reach the handle. Today I heard both children playing, but when I went into the family room I saw only Allison. No Matthew. I could hear his voice. "Allison, where is Matthew?" She responds, "In the garage." I'm thinking- but the door is locked. How could he lock it. "Allison, who locked the door?" She replies, "Allison locked the door." I unlocked the door and there was Matthew, unfazed about the experience.
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