“Can Someone Get Me Out Of Here?”

“Can someone get me out of hear?!”

The voice was harsh for that of a four year old.

It sounded like he had been shouting the words long enough to have lost patience but no for so long that he was getting upset.

I followed his voice to the bathroom. The door was closed and locked.

“Can’t you let yourself out?”


Hmm, puzzling. He’s usually so self-sufficient.

I pick the twist-lock with a coin and walk in.

There he sits, one foot in the sink, the other inches above the stool, an impish smile on his face.