It was a beautiful evening here. I decided to go out and finish a job I started earlier - trimming our bushes. Alexis was watching TV. Cole was playing with "garage band" on the computer. I was outside for probably 30 minutes.
I came in, got myself a bottle of water, and went upstairs. My bedroom door was locked. "Cole!" I thought to myself. I knocked on the door - no answer. So, I looked for something to open the door. Nothing anywhere. I looked for a screw driver. I ask Alexis if she knows where something is to open the door.
"No, ask Paije."
"Paije is out of town."
"Call her."
So, now I am starting to really worry. It isn't like Cole to not come to the door when I call him. My mind is worrying. I can't open the door. Cole is not responding. Then Alexis says she thought she heard Cole scream earlier...
Now I am on the phone screaming at Kevin (who is out of town) because I can't find anything to open the door and Cole has not responded in any way to pounding, yelling, banging...
Kevin says "kick the door down." I already tried; but, I tried again. No luck. I am just not that tough. So, I go out to the garage to look for a screwdriver - no screwdriver - but here is a HAMMER!
I pound a hole through the door big enough to fit my hand through. I open the door and this is what I see...
my heart is still pounding. Can you believe he slept though all the pounding, yelling, screaming, hammer smashing through the door... I can't even be mad at him - he looks so sweet!
An hour later Kevin is at a Lowes in Chantilly checking out the price of new doors. Cole is still asleep. I have a smashing headache!
This is what panic looks like:
If only we could see through those doors!
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