I am still caring for my oldest granddaughter...and it still feels strange to say that.
She is such a darling. This is the longest time she's gone without her parents, but she has done well.
She has a wonderful imagination. Yesterday, she was 'betending' a bear was in the house. She was running around screaming in mock terror, slamming doors.
I was getting dressed and stepped into the hall to yell, " hey 🐻 bear! You better mind your manners!" Quick as a wink, she darted past me to slam the bathroom door too.
"Don't worry grandma! I have locked all the doors!"
Indeed she had. I quickly bent to look at the lock. They were different from the locks I 'picked' when my own were doing this sort of thing. I had two dogs locked in different bedrooms (did I mention the second floor has all new carpets?) I also had hot rollers plugged in the now locked bathroom. I had no phone. It also was locked in my room.
I said "oh no! Grandma can't unlock the doors!" The little pipsqueak looked at me as if I were the most ridiculous grandmother in the world. In her most reasonable voice, she said, "we just need a penny! I will unlock them for you!"
And she did.