BUSTED!

Not once, not twice, but three times...BUSTED! For quite a while we've locked John in his room for nap time, bed time, and time out. It seems mean, I know, but while he's sleeping it's really more of a safety issue. Otherwise he'd just be roaming the house unsupervised...scary. For time out, well, judge me as you may. Anyway, after he painted his room with poop, we decided maybe he needed the freedom to leave to go to the bathroom if he needed to, so we stopped locking it for naps and bed time. Some nights, more so frequently, he plays for a while before he actually goes to sleep. Wednesday night we heard some banging around, not so out of the ordinary. Later I heard what I thought was the door opening. We muted the TV, but didn't hear anything else, and the door was closed, so went about our business. When I heard more banging, I went upstairs to tell him he needed to lay down and go to sleep. I opened the door, surveyed the room (no telling where you'll find him at times like this), and didn't see him. About that time I turned around to the cutest "Uh oh, busted...what do I do now?" face. The little booger snuck out and was smart enough to close the door behind him! Immediately I saw scissors on the floor directly in front of him. I asked where he got them and he dutifully let me into our bathroom. I think he must've really been caught off guard because he was incredibly compliant and honest. I promptly asked "Did you cut anything?"...very nervous at this point. He pointed to a few Q-tip boxes on the counter and said that was it. Whew! I led him to his room and gave him a boring lecture on trust...a tough thing to explain to an almost 3-year-old. Anyway, last night I was heading upstairs for a shower and heard the knob rustling. I asked if he needed to go to the bathroom, and he played it off pretty well, but I'm pretty sure he was trying to get out. Today during nap time he made his way out to find me standing downstairs looking right at him. Busted again! I suppose we'll lock the door a while longer. That look on his face the first time I caught him, though, was priceless. If only I had the camera.