In which we’re raising MacGyver

I came home from work on Tuesday and found my bedroom door in this condition:

Our bedroom door has never locked. It’s been broken since we moved into this house nearly three years ago.

And somehow, during the day, our little MacGyver managed to lock himself in our bedroom alone. Our beloved Miss S babysits the tinies two mornings a week so that I can work at Mercy. She tried for an entire hour to get Joe out but finally had to call Brian at work to come home.

Brian tried to pick the lock for another thirty minutes. All this time, Joe was in there alone, devastated.

Anne took her role as Job’s Comforter very seriously, standing on the other side of the door, offering dire predictions of what it would look like to grow up alone in the bedroom. Surprisingly this did not help calm Joe down.

“Joe! You need to calm down if you’re going to live in the bedroom. Maybe I can slide crackers under the door to you. What if you can NEVER GET OUT? What if you have to STAY THERE FOREVER?” while Brian gritted his teeth and informed her she was not, in fact, helping.

Brian finally coached Joe to calm and then onto the bed - “YES, DADDY, MY AM ON THE BED.” - before putting his elbow into the door lock and just bursting through, breaking the door.

Joe, tear-stained and terrified, sat on the bed and he immediately clapped his hands and shrieked, Oh, Daddy! YOU SAVED ME!

Brian modestly said, “Yes, yes, I did, I’m your hero.”

That’s Shaun. He likes to ride the teeter-totter with Joe quite a bit.

post signature

brian, Joseph, parenting

10 Responses to In which we’re raising MacGyver

  1. wendy April 27, 2012 at 4:47 pm #

    I read this out loud to my kids. We laughed. Poor Joe. Poor Anne, trying to do her best. But dear me, how funny!

  2. Nicole April 27, 2012 at 4:53 pm #

    This happened to me once. I was 10 or 11, and acted more like Joe than my age at the time.  My mother did not tell me to get on the bed before busting the door down.  I have a knot on my head to prove it.

  3. laura @ hollywood housewife April 27, 2012 at 5:19 pm #

    I love that Anne.  She makes me giggle.

  4. Vicky aka SmalltownPW April 27, 2012 at 11:04 pm #

    Just finished reading it to my kids too! Funny Anne! And glad to hear Joe was saved. Always happens when the babysitter is there.

  5. Tamara April 28, 2012 at 4:10 am #

    Oh, this is so funny, I just had to comment!  I love your blog and feel like we have so much in common, but I’m just not a person who comments on blogs hardly at all, but this, this one, I just had to leave a comment.  I have a girl and a boy, 7 and 4, and I can so picture them doing these exact same things in this situation.  Stressful in the moment but oh so funny afterward.  Hope you and the hubby had a good laugh later.  

  6. pastordt April 28, 2012 at 4:52 pm #

    I loved this on so many levels, I cannot even begin to tell you how much. Sheesh, woman – you could be a HUMOR writer, too. 

    Our son was about 9 months old when he figured out how to unscrew the wing nuts on his porta-crib. He survived – and now he’s a doctor. Still dealing with wing-nuts, too.

  7. Jenn April 29, 2012 at 3:31 am #

    Oh I could see my kids doing this… and I can imagine the full-blown, hyperventilate and make yourself sick that either one of them would fall into once it happened! Ugh – glad Joe is ok :)

  8. KathleenBasi April 29, 2012 at 11:55 am #

    Oh, what an awesome story! One of those you’ll laugh to tears about.

  9. Kelly @ Love Well April 29, 2012 at 5:53 pm #

    Oh my goodness, the helpfulness of a big sister. 

    Everything about this story made me smile.

  10. *nnie April 30, 2012 at 2:52 am #

    You should get more comments on these posts, just because they are so funny and I want more of them.  I’ve read this several times, read it to my dh, and just laughed and giggled and hooted.  Wonderful.  Every daddy should be a hero to their children like this.

Leave a Reply