Fluffy Flufferson loves capture. She asks her Daddy to tell her a story about “capture” at bed time about 95% of the time. She loves movies where someone gets kidnapped and must be freed–so, basically, all Disney/Pixar movies.
Skipping straight past the feminist quagmire, I just want to tell you that today, she got to live out her dream. She and her friend were playing in her room and when the friend’s mom came to collect her daughter, the girls couldn’t get the door open. It was not locked, just jammed. I fiddled with it with a precision screwdriver and a bobby pin and then wire. Then I took the door knob off with a screwdriver and fiddled some more. I Googled the issue and tried everything suggested except sawing the lock off because I didn’t have the tools. The door opened in to the girls so taking it off hinges was not an option.
Meantime, Kent wanted to kick the door in like some movie hero. Short sighted solution. Sure it frees the girls so Kent can leave for work, but then how much are we going to pay to repair the door, frame and handle when he busts it up to show off for the women folk?
Meantime, the other mother is late for work and has to leave.
So I called the property management who called a locksmith who could get here in about 35 minutes.
“Don’t jump on the bed and fall off, or slip, or play with scissors or anything sharp in there. Just be super, super careful not to get hurt, because if you hurt yourselves, I can’t get to you,” was my sage injunction.
About 10 minutes in, Fluffy further dramatized the situation by slipping this note under the door.
I believe it is translated as “From the Girls. Please, if seen: Something to eat? A Fruit & Grain [bar].”
And in case there was any doubt about how the princesses were handling their capture, you can see that one of them is languishing in a puddle of her own tears,
and the other is visibly distressed by the locked door.
The locksmith came and busted out the old mechanism. Then he replaced the knob with a brass one which Fluffy loved ever so much more than the polished nickel it replaced. He also told me several times it was no one’s fault, just a bad doorknob, but then insisted on giving me an idiot’s tutorial on how to poke the lock open from the outside even though he said that wouldn’t have worked in this case.
So that was fun.