Saturday, April 4, 2009
We have a hotel lock on our front door. Because when Matthew was two, he used to sneak out the front door. He quickly figured out the deadbolt. I just discovered that Jack is that same age! He slips on shoes (doesn't matter whose) and sneaks out. Like yesterday. Bathed, jammied, and ready for bed. Snuck on Matthew's rain boots (wellies, bloggers?) and out the door he went. Stinker.