This post started with just the story above, but as the day has gone on, the stories just seem to get better. I was out mowing the lawn with Devan and Tristan. I had finished the front and was starting on the back. I saw Devan was heading for the door so I went after him....
I was to late. He had shut the door and locked the deadbolt behind him. I went around to all the other doors hoping that one would be unlocked. Of course they were all locked, so I then preceded to try all of the windows, no luck there either. As I was looking through windows, I noticed my bread in the oven would be done in 4 minutes. I was on a time table here! My next thought was to get a hold of Chad, but... none of the neighbors seemed to be home! I then spent the next half hour peeping through the little bit of window that wasn't covered, trying to explain to my two year old how to unlock a deadbolt. A half hour and one burnt loaf of bread later, I had succeeded! The click from the lock was the most comforting sound I thought I had ever heard. Never a dull moment in this house.
Above: The Culprit
Below: His Accomplice.
OK, so Tristan had nothing to do with it, but I'm sure he will soon enough.
Oh, and one last thing, I couldn't post new pictures because Devan broke our camera.