Fire Department!

If anything, today was eventful. Bryson locked Carter & me out of the house when we walked out to the garage. I grabbed the hammer I needed for hanging pictures and was almost back to the door when I heard the unmistakable click. Bryson, left alone in the house, was grabbing at the doorknob when he accidentally pushed the lock. First, I tried sweet talking him into unlocking the door and letting us in. After several minutes, it was obvious that he couldn't turn the knob and was becoming very upset. Luckily, my cell phone was still in my truck, so I called Kevin. When he didn't answer, I racked my brain and couldn't think of a single person to call, so... I called the fire department! They came out and jimmied the door open. Poor Brysie cried the whole time! After we were finally rescued, he was so upset that not even the sight of the fire truck parked in front of our house could calm him down!