“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.