The Long Arm of the Law....

Well Everett is three and has already been in trouble with "the law". Let me explain.

We came home from the library on a cold fall day. I (mommy) let the boys inside and came back out into the 3 season room to hang up the hats and coats. Everett came running out after me with his ride on truck in tow and closed the door. After hanging up the hats and coats, I tried to open the door up to go back inside and Everett oh so sweetly said, "Mamma, I lock the door so Jack can't get my truck". Sure enough, the door was locked. I not so sweetly said "SH!T", and Everett, in his warning voice said "Mamma, we don't say SH!T in this house". right... Did I mention that Jack (and the dogs) is locked inside? So I run around the house like a lunatic trying to open windows and doors to get inside. No luck, so I take a quick peek in the window and yell to Jack that I will be right back (my cell phone is inside the house right next to my keys). I grab Everett and head to the neighbors house and call Clint and my mom. One doesn't answer and the other is an hour away (you can speculate as to who didn't answer). So then I very calmly call the police and ask if they have a way to pick my lock or break into my house because "my three year old locked my one year old in". After the call, I run back to my house with Everett and wait. The police arrive minutes later with lights flashing, but thankfully no sirens. We got not one, but two police and one police supervisor all parked in front of my house. They come into the 3 season room and report back to dispatch that they "have a visual on the child". I feel like a total moron, Everett is apologizing and telling me to call Handy Manny so he can let us inside, and the police are trying in vain to break into my house. So they decide (after climbing on the roof, inspecting all the windows and doors, etc) that we should call a locksmith and just wait. So we do - for an hour.....Now you might be wondering what little Jack Jack was doing all alone inside the house and if he was terribly upset by the ordeal. Don't worry, he is just fine. So Jack first finds my phone, brings it over to the window and with a HUGE grin shows it to me because he KNOWS he is not supposed to have it. He proceeds to play with it for a few minutes before he gets bored and starts banging my beloved Android smatphone on the window. Next he gets in the "off limits drawer", empties it and takes a few pictures with the camera. Our files that we keep next to the desk were next. He threw those papers around with abandon - it looked like new years eve in times square. And last but not least, he found my wallet. He climbed up into his high chair and proceeded to empty its contents, after which he took said contents and threw everything into the trash!! Finally, the locksmith came and he was fantastic. He drilled a hole into the lock and let us all back inside. The police rode off and all was back to normal in the Miller household. The boys had lunch, and while they took a nap, mommy cleaned up the carnage and fished her credit cards out of the trash.