We were in the house less than 12 hours and the destruction began. Heavah and Sedona decided to play a little game of tag. Sedona had a great idea of locking herself in the storage closet. The only problem is she did not have the dexterity to get herself out of the closet.
After leaving her in the room for well over an hour hoping she would gain super strength and turn the key, we shamefully called the maintenance service thinking they might have an extra key. Not so.
When they arrived they first tried to disassemble the lock:
No luck. Without any warning they began to bash the door to pieces. Desperate measures...
Which resulted in feelings of this:
...and this...
We needed to make our house feel like ours. Who needs centerpieces and art when you have children who can make every inch of the home theirs? Bashed doors and all.
1 comment:
Wow, it's like I can totally HEAR the dialog going on.
Axel, totally relaxed:
She's FINE.
What? No key? Hmmmm.
Bang up the furniture? Noooooo. I'm sure she'll be fine. We can slide food under the door.
Heheheh. Poor little thing. She's crying! And Terah's taking pictures. Your family is hilarious, you do know that, right?
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