Depends on your perspective.
After lunch, I was cleaning up the kitchen and noticed that Joe went into my bedroom and shut the door. I continued about my business for a few minutes thinking he was going to come out.
He did not.
I went to the door and told him to unlock the door and come out. He ignored my request saying he was pooping and that he wasn't in there. Since he wasn't going to open the door, I picked up Peter who also had poops, and went to change him. When I came out, I again went to the door this time raising my voice...JOE OPEN THE DOOR!!
But there was no answer. Now, I get kinda nervous because he is not answering. The possibilities are endless...what is he doing in there? What is getting into? Why won't he open the door? I tried taking the door handle off, but the lock wouldn't pop. So I call my sister who calls her husband (Keith), who's a police officer, to help me out.
He shows up and gets it unlocked right away. Phew! Lo and behold, Joe had fallen asleep on the floor with poop in his pants!
What to do next??? Joe is asleep on my bedroom floor with poop in his pants, Tom needs a nap and so does Peter. So I decided to lay Peter down first while Tom is watching the cooking channel. While I am giving Peter a bottle, I hear a door close. I think to myself......NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Tom closed the door. I know he closed the door. Please say he didn't close the door. I lay Peter down and come out to find the door closed. What can I do but burst into tears? Keith had already left. I sit and cry for about 2 minutes and then tell Tom it is time for a nap. I lay him down and think what to do? I didn't want to try and open the door while Joe was sleeping. So I went and cleaned until Joe wakes up with the remaining door handle in his hand saying, "What happened to this?" So I asked him the same question and he told me that he had locked the door and that he shouldn't have and done it. He then apologized.
AAAHHH what a day! Joe, this post is for you buddy!! I love you!
