Jackie was dropping off Hannah and I went up to Bryce's room to find that the door was locked. I yell for Bryce and he responds, "Bryce stuck on top of his dresser. Can't get down." I go downstairs and dig in our key bowl in the kitchen and find what I thought would be something that would unlock the door. No luck. I keep trying as I start to panic, but I also try to remain calm. I am yelling to Bryce, "Why did you lock this door, do not lock the door ever again." I am telling him that I cannot get the door unlocked and that he is going to have to climb down the same way he climbed up there. I am explaining to him to turn around and go down backwards and if he falls, he falls. (Probably not my best parenting moment by the way).
He keeps saying that he can't and I can hear him trying and then giving up. By the way, he got up there by placing a little ottoman on top of one of his little chairs in order to get his flannel shirt down which is what he wanted to wear for the day. Meanwhile I am texting Shane at work to see if he has any ideas or knows where the key is to unlock it. I am ready to break down the door when Bryce tries one more time and succeeds in getting down and then precedes to unlock the door. Good lord, thank goodness! All in all, it was pretty funny and definitely a story I wanted to write down to remember.
Bryce finally got his flannel shirt down and we all went down to the basement and started to play when Blaine was being so crabby and grouchy. I was like, "What is the matter with you?" I then realized that in all the commotion I forgot to give Blaine breakfast. Until next time
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