Kid locked himself in the bathroom...

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diceman

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So I just spent about 10 minutes breaking in to my bathroom while my 1 1/2 year old son tore the room apart! He went in the bathroom, and deadbolted the door. We live in a house that was built in the '40s or so - big old house, everything is hard wood, you know what I mean, right? So the bathroom door has hinges on the inside, and a solid door, with some heavy hardwood trim - and since I'm renting, I'm not about to go kicking the door in. So I'm taking the big brass cover off of the knob assembly, which doesn't do too much good, but I can see what I THINK is the back side of the pivot that the deadbolt turns on. Meanwhile I hear the toilet flushing, water splasing, etc. I finally found an allen wrench that I was able to jam in the hole up against the pivot, wrenched on it, and the door popped open. There rugs were soaking wet, the plunger was laying in a puddle on the floor, there was a few rolls worth of wet toilet paper all over the place, the toilet brush was in the laundry hamper, the trash was all over the floor, and Jordan was sitting the bathtub, soaking wet, playing with his bath toys. What a night! I'm glad that my wife was at work...! Anyone have any similar stories!?
 
My daughter has done that several times except the lock can be opened real easy from the outside. But back when she was that age it was still enough time to wreck havoc on part of the bathroom. She got a special thrill out of stringing the TP into the toilet and then flushing it and watching it unspool at highspeed.

The only reason they are cute is so we don't kill them.
 
That TP trick sounds like fun... I might try it myself later! I wish I had one of the little doorknob locks w/ the hole on the other side, sure would make things easier!
 
Hey Guys...

Funny...

Thats Nothing!!!!

My youngest son,, now 6,, well when he was 4..

My dad was watching the house next door while the people were away on vacation....

My son would go over and help my dad water the cat and feed the plants..
My dad kept the house key on the spice rack in the kitchen...

So one day I get up,, get ready for work, and asked my dad were Wyatt was because he is usually up watching TV or something...He said that he was still in bed...

I said OK,, and went outto my shop...
Little while later I go back to the house,, and see the garage door open next door...

I asked my dad is Tom from a couple doors down was cutting the grass..
He said probably...

I then started thinking and went to see where Wyatt was..

Hmm,, not in his bed....

Maybe he's next door talking to Tom , so I got over there..
No one around...Can't find Wyatt...

Crap,, his electric Jeep is gone,,so I hop in the car and run over to our other house about 1KM away...

He's tried driving his jeep to the other house, while we were sitting on the back deck.. The lady that was visiting with my mom couldn't catch him, and he made it down the road...

Ohh Yaaa Baby!! He's one of those kids....
Too smart for his own good...

Ok,, so back to the house next door...

I make it over to the other house.. no sign of Wyatt,,so I went back home.. When I walk in,,he's sitting at the table eating Cheerios..

I asked him where he was and he said in the back driving his Jeep..

A little while later my dad calls me,, "You'd better get in here!" he says...

I go in the house and there my dad and Wyatt,, and my dad is holding the key to the house next door.. It was in my son's back pocket,,and my dad seen it when he got up from the table...

He says to my dad..

"Theres a Dead Mouse on the carpet at Rudy's"

Well how do you know that Wyatt???

I seen it he says,, come I'll show you...

So he takes my dad over to the house, my dad unlocks the door and sure enough,, theres a dead mouse....

So,, we start putting 2 and 2 together..

At about 6:30 am he got up as my wife went to work (Everyone still sleeping) pushed a chiar over to the Spice rack..
Put another smaller kids chair ontop of his booster seat(Now we have 3 chairs stacked up ) and grabs the key...

Drove his jeep next door, unlocked the door went in,, say the mouse,,checked out the mouse, and proceeded to pocket an entire key rack of keys..
He has a Serious key fetish,,and owns about 200-400 keys..
Everyone gives him keys,, Bags of keys!!!!

Ohh it gets Worse!!!!

He then takes his newly gotten keys over to the garage, trys each key,,until he finds the right one..Gets in the garage...

Then finds the key to their brand new car, got into that using both the remote and the key(He knows how to disarm the alarms on cars using the remote,,and he knows NOT to push the red button because the horn will blow)..
Now once in the car,,he finds the garage door opener, and opens the garage...
Thats why I seen the garage door open....

He also got into a parked van on the property as well...

Ok,,still gets worse...

Now he has about 15-30 keys in his pocket, so he takes them,, and with his other key collection off 200-400 keys decides to play with them on the living room floor...

He's just added a mess of keys to his collection.. But who's are Who's ???

Well we put this altogether and figured out we have a huge problem on our hands with keys.. We had about a week before the people came home,,so we collected every key we found and put them all into a shopping bag...

When they got home I broke the bad news to them...
They kind of half seriously laughed about it,, until I brought over the bag of keys....

LMAO..

We dumped the keys out onto the tailgate of the truck,, and you could see the fear in this guys eyes..

There were shop keys, mail box keys, house keys from 4 different houses, High security keys from Ford, locker keys, tool crib keys, all mised in with the 200-400 keys my son owned..

What a mess...

Rudy spent weeks looking through those keys,, and eventually had to cut several locks and have a bunch of doors rekeyed because of it....

So..

When you think you've got it bad !! LOL

I won't even mention what happened with the 8" Bowie knife and the coffee table!!!

OMG!!!


Have fun folks!!!

ttyle

Eric
O/ST
 
Holy Magpie there Eric! I thought my 2&1/2 yr old was trouble, but you got me beat!:eek: My youngest likes to take important stuff, like my wife's purse for example, and hide them. She will swear up and down she didn't take it. Took us 2 days of tearing the house apart and retracing all steps before we found the purse in the dishwasher section of her little toy kitchen. Now that we are slowly figuring out all her hiding spots, it takes LESS time to find things...:rolleyes:
 
Small children and bathrooms can be a dangerous association. :)

My youngest daughter (now 14 years old) flooded our upstairs three times between the ages of two and three. She would sneak into our bathroom, plug up the bidet (remember, I live in Italy) with toilet paper, and then turn on the water full blast. Then she would splash around happily until someone noticed the water dripping through the ceiling downstairs. ;)
 
Great stories all!

Nathan: When I was a kid, we were over at my parents' friend's house - he's a doctor (nice house) - and has a bidet. My younger brother, about 5 at the time, who had never SEEN a bidet before, goes to the bathroom. He comes out a few minutes later, covered in water, and says "Wow Dad! They have a WATER FOUNTAIN in their BATHROOM!!!"
 
I joined the Air Force in 1965 when the WAF got cut back so the increase in men enlisting could use some of the WAF's former barracks. There were bidets in the washroom. One of the guys asked what they were and our TI told him it was for brushing his teeth, to spit in there instead of in the sinks.
 
diceman said:
Nathan: When I was a kid, we were over at my parents' friend's house - he's a doctor (nice house) - and has a bidet. My younger brother, about 5 at the time, who had never SEEN a bidet before, goes to the bathroom. He comes out a few minutes later, covered in water, and says "Wow Dad! They have a WATER FOUNTAIN in their BATHROOM!!!"
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Which is your Dad's cue to cringe .... ;) I can understand the mistake, though, because a bidet is just about drinking -fountain - size for a five year old.


Esav Benjamin said:
I joined the Air Force in 1965 when the WAF got cut back so the increase in men enlisting could use some of the WAF's former barracks. There were bidets in the washroom. One of the guys asked what they were and our TI told him it was for brushing his teeth, to spit in there instead of in the sinks.
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Could have been worse. Your TI could have said they were used for washing one's face and for shaving. It would have been priceless to see a bunch of guys lined up at the bidets to shave in the morning.... :D
 
Normark said:
Hey Guys...

Funny...

Thats Nothing!!!!

My youngest son,, now 6,, well when he was 4..

My dad was watching the house next door while the people were away on vacation....

My son would go over and help my dad water the cat and feed the plants..
My dad kept the house key on the spice rack in the kitchen...

So one day I get up,, get ready for work, and asked my dad were Wyatt was because he is usually up watching TV or something...He said that he was still in bed...

I said OK,, and went outto my shop...
Little while later I go back to the house,, and see the garage door open next door...

I asked my dad is Tom from a couple doors down was cutting the grass..
He said probably...

I then started thinking and went to see where Wyatt was..

Hmm,, not in his bed....

Maybe he's next door talking to Tom , so I got over there..
No one around...Can't find Wyatt...

Crap,, his electric Jeep is gone,,so I hop in the car and run over to our other house about 1KM away...

He's tried driving his jeep to the other house, while we were sitting on the back deck.. The lady that was visiting with my mom couldn't catch him, and he made it down the road...

Ohh Yaaa Baby!! He's one of those kids....
Too smart for his own good...

Ok,, so back to the house next door...

I make it over to the other house.. no sign of Wyatt,,so I went back home.. When I walk in,,he's sitting at the table eating Cheerios..

I asked him where he was and he said in the back driving his Jeep..

A little while later my dad calls me,, "You'd better get in here!" he says...

I go in the house and there my dad and Wyatt,, and my dad is holding the key to the house next door.. It was in my son's back pocket,,and my dad seen it when he got up from the table...

He says to my dad..

"Theres a Dead Mouse on the carpet at Rudy's"

Well how do you know that Wyatt???

I seen it he says,, come I'll show you...

So he takes my dad over to the house, my dad unlocks the door and sure enough,, theres a dead mouse....

So,, we start putting 2 and 2 together..

At about 6:30 am he got up as my wife went to work (Everyone still sleeping) pushed a chiar over to the Spice rack..
Put another smaller kids chair ontop of his booster seat(Now we have 3 chairs stacked up ) and grabs the key...

Drove his jeep next door, unlocked the door went in,, say the mouse,,checked out the mouse, and proceeded to pocket an entire key rack of keys..
He has a Serious key fetish,,and owns about 200-400 keys..
Everyone gives him keys,, Bags of keys!!!!

Ohh it gets Worse!!!!

He then takes his newly gotten keys over to the garage, trys each key,,until he finds the right one..Gets in the garage...

Then finds the key to their brand new car, got into that using both the remote and the key(He knows how to disarm the alarms on cars using the remote,,and he knows NOT to push the red button because the horn will blow)..
Now once in the car,,he finds the garage door opener, and opens the garage...
Thats why I seen the garage door open....

He also got into a parked van on the property as well...

Ok,,still gets worse...

Now he has about 15-30 keys in his pocket, so he takes them,, and with his other key collection off 200-400 keys decides to play with them on the living room floor...

He's just added a mess of keys to his collection.. But who's are Who's ???

Well we put this altogether and figured out we have a huge problem on our hands with keys.. We had about a week before the people came home,,so we collected every key we found and put them all into a shopping bag...

When they got home I broke the bad news to them...
They kind of half seriously laughed about it,, until I brought over the bag of keys....

LMAO..

We dumped the keys out onto the tailgate of the truck,, and you could see the fear in this guys eyes..

There were shop keys, mail box keys, house keys from 4 different houses, High security keys from Ford, locker keys, tool crib keys, all mised in with the 200-400 keys my son owned..

What a mess...

Rudy spent weeks looking through those keys,, and eventually had to cut several locks and have a bunch of doors rekeyed because of it....

So..

When you think you've got it bad !! LOL

I won't even mention what happened with the 8" Bowie knife and the coffee table!!!

OMG!!!


Have fun folks!!!

ttyle

Eric
O/ST
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holy crap this is a long post i think its the longest i have ever seen
 
this is a long post i think its the longest i have ever seen
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Notice how easy it is to read, though, because he breaks his narrative up into small paragraphs, instead of one uninterrupted block of text.
 
Hey Guys...

LOL.. That's Nothing..
You should see when I rant....

I could have also written that story like this:

Hey Guys...
Funny...
Thats Nothing!!!!
My youngest son,, now 6,, well when he was 4..My dad was watching the house next door while the people were away on vacation....My son would go over and help my dad water the cat and feed the plants..My dad kept the house key on the spice rack in the kitchen...So one day I get up,, get ready for work, and asked my dad were Wyatt was because he is usually up watching TV or something...He said that he was still in bed...I said OK,, and went outto my shop...
Little while later I go back to the house,, and see the garage door open next door...I asked my dad is Tom from a couple doors down was cutting the grass..He said probably...I then started thinking and went to see where Wyatt was..Hmm,, not in his bed....Maybe he's next door talking to Tom , so I got over there..No one around...Can't find Wyatt...Crap,, his electric Jeep is gone,,so I hop in the car and run over to our other house about 1KM away...He's tried driving his jeep to the other house, while we were sitting on the back deck.. The lady that was visiting with my mom couldn't catch him, and he made it down the road...Ohh Yaaa Baby!! He's one of those kids....Too smart for his own good...Ok,, so back to the house next door...I make it over to the other house.. no sign of Wyatt,,so I went back home.. When I walk in,,he's sitting at the table eating Cheerios..I asked him where he was and he said in the back driving his Jeep..A little while later my dad calls me,, "You'd better get in here!" he says...I go in the house and there my dad and Wyatt,, and my dad is holding the key to the house next door.. It was in my son's back pocket,,and my dad seen it when he got up from the table...He says to my dad.."Theres a Dead Mouse on the carpet at Rudy's"Well how do you know that Wyatt???I seen it he says,, come I'll show you...So he takes my dad over to the house, my dad unlocks the door and sure enough,, theres a dead mouse....So,, we start putting 2 and 2 together..At about 6:30 am he got up as my wife went to work (Everyone still sleeping) pushed a chiar over to the Spice rack..Put another smaller kids chair ontop of his booster seat(Now we have 3 chairs stacked up ) and grabs the key...Drove his jeep next door, unlocked the door went in,, say the mouse,,checked out the mouse, and proceeded to pocket an entire key rack of keys..He has a Serious key fetish,,and owns about 200-400 keys..Everyone gives him keys,, Bags of keys!!!!Ohh it gets Worse!!!!He then takes his newly gotten keys over to the garage, trys each key,,until he finds the right one..Gets in the garage...Then finds the key to their brand new car, got into that using both the remote and the key(He knows how to disarm the alarms on cars using the remote,,and he knows NOT to push the red button because the horn will blow)..Now once in the car,,he finds the garage door opener, and opens the garage...Thats why I seen the garage door open....He also got into a parked van on the property as well...Ok,,still gets worse...Now he has about 15-30 keys in his pocket, so he takes them,, and with his other key collection off 200-400 keys decides to play with them on the living room floor...He's just added a mess of keys to his collection.. But who's are Who's ???Well we put this altogether and figured out we have a huge problem on our hands with keys.. We had about a week before the people came home,,so we collected every key we found and put them all into a shopping bag...When they got home I broke the bad news to them...They kind of half seriously laughed about it,, until I brought over the bag of keys....LMAO..We dumped the keys out onto the tailgate of the truck,, and you could see the fear in this guys eyes..There were shop keys, mail box keys, house keys from 4 different houses, High security keys from Ford, locker keys, tool crib keys, all mised in with the 200-400 keys my son owned..What a mess...Rudy spent weeks looking through those keys,, and eventually had to cut several locks and have a bunch of doors rekeyed because of it....So..When you think you've got it bad !! LOL.I won't even mention what happened with the 8" Bowie knife and the coffee table!!!OMG!!!Have fun folks!!!

But that would just suck!

ttyle

Eric
O/ST
 
I didn't even realize that it was long the first time that I read it, because it was so nicely spaced.

I'm going to follow suit.

And it was a great story Normark.
 
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