Robyn Campbell (mother of seven) from Putting Pen to Paper said:
As you know we live on a farm, so one day I left them all in the house alone! I was only going down to the mailbox. Five minutes tops. I dilly dally in the quiet. When I got back I could not get in the front door. Or the side door. Or the back door. *sigh* I knocked. I banged. I screamed, “Let Mommy in, please!” I peeked in the window though the curtains and saw them sitting on the couch. Laughing. They were playing a joke on me. The one that feeds them. The one that went through the pain to have ’em. They would NOT let me in. I had to take a screen off a window and climb through. Waaahaaaaaaaa It was not a pretty sight. Me climbing through a window. When I finally got in the house, there they were. Sitting on the couch. Giggling. Suffice it to say, I always slipped the house key in my pocket from then on.
About 13 years ago, Mariam Taguchi shared one of her favorite parenting stories with me. She had taken her oldest daughters to her niece’s baby shower. Mariam’s husband, Derek, stayed home to look after 23-month-old Noelle, who was too rambunctious to take along.
While Mariam was enjoying herself at the shower, she received a frantic call from hubby, who ran to the neighbor’s to use their phone. Derek had stepped out front for a moment and Noelle closed the door and locked it.
“She’s in the house crying and crying,” Derek said. “You have to come home NOW.”
“Stay calm,” Mariam said, then told him where she hid the extra key.
By the time Derek got inside the house, he found a mess in the kitchen. Noelle had spilled water from the dog’s dish all over the floor, in addition to throwing dog food everywhere. He then discovered his free-spirited toddler had taken off her clothes and was running through the halls, screaming with laughter, which Derek had mistaken for hysterical crying!