Let me tell you how I came to own a wonderful little gadget called a Toolman. It's something like a Swiss army knife, but with tools appropriate to household emergencies instead of Alpine mishaps. Emergencies such as one's two-year-old getting locked in the bathroom. Speaking of which...
There I am, calmly nursing my six-month-old daughter, Caroline, who's about to drop off for a nap. In rushes my son, Benjamin. His younger brother, Gabe, is locked in the bathroom.
This, I tell myself, I can handle.
My husband has previously contrived a way to open locked doors using a long nail, and I feel fully confident in my ability to perform "the maneuver." I deposit Caroline '- outraged at her feeding being interrupted '- in her crib and fetch a nail.
After several minutes, it becomes apparent that the maneuver will not work on this particular door. New strategy. I tell Gabe to "turn the little button on the door." He acknowledges my request with a sweet "Okai." The doorknob jiggles.
Benjamin mutters about calling Daddy.
I run outside the house and climb onto the A/C unit conveniently located beneath the bathroom window for use by intruders and frantic mothers. I pry off the window screen, only to find that the window is, well, locked. I return back inside, where Gabe is now expressing his sense of abandonment through whining.
I lie on my stomach and peer under the crack of the door. From this vantage point, I can see Gabe's toes. I reassure him that Mommy will get him out. Benjamin mutters more insistently about calling Daddy. Daddy is finally called.