I locked my children out of the house the other day. I locked all the doors, one step ahead of them as they ran around trying to find a way in. I smiled calmly through the window at their surprised and annoyed and angry faces, and then turned up the stereo and sat down with a book. I could see them, they could see me, and for the first twenty minutes it was a battle of wills. They tried knocking (I ignored them, ha!) They tried the doorbell (it's broken, ha!) They tried to get to a garage door opener (I locked the car too, ha!)
They were safe. They had each other. They had a yard full of toys and plenty of energy (believe me.)
I was determined.
And I won.
As it turned out, they didn't need a reminder. A day or two later as I was shooing them outside to play, Katie turned to me and pleaded with a laugh, "Mama, will you please lock us out again?!"
"You bet!" was my reply.