Freak Out

I nearly had a heart attack just now, when Finn locked us out of the house.

He loves to play at the back door, out on the porch, with our keys. I love it because it keeps him entertained, yet still in sight. This time, though, I stepped out onto the porch to bring in my camera, and Finn shut the door.

The locked door.

Immediately I began my freak-out:
All the phones are inside, so I can't call Corey.
None of the neighbors are home, where will I go to use a phone?
Finn is completely naked, so I can't take him out anyway.

Of course, if you're smarter than I am, you've already figured out the solution to my problem. Finn was playing on the back porch with the keys. Seconds before my little freak-out, in an attempt to get into the house, I had moved his hand, with the keys in it, out of my way.

Good grief.

But crisis averted. Phew!