Yesterday afternoon Oliver locked me out of the master closet. Unfortunately it was one of the old locks, so I didn't have a key and the thin metal piece to unlock the other doors wouldn't work. Jim had to work on getting the door open when he got home from work. He went to the back with his tools, and Oliver followed him. The conversation went like this..
Jim: Oliver, who locked the closet door?
Oliver: Mommy did it.
Jim: Mommy did it? Are you sure?
Oliver: Oh man.
After getting busted he ran out of the room. Little stinker! I'm pretty sure his younger brother/sister is going to get all the blame.
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