After the trauma of our captivity, Tucker has gained a new perspective on the event. Turns out, he grew rather fond of having Mommy all to himself, with is brother locked away. (Never mind that we were locked in. And I didn't exactly spend the entire time reading stories to him and stroking his hair.)
Ever since we were set free, Tucker has a new plan for quality time with me. A few times a day, he follows me into a room, locks the door behind him, and shouts through the door:
"Go play, Tyler! Go play!"
Not the best plan, kiddo, however charming you believe it to be. We will not be locking anyone, anywhere. Including ourselves. For any reason.
It is hereby decreed.
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