Rose locked me out of the house yesterday. I was out in the back yard picking up the toys that her and Percy had been playing with when I heard the distinctive ‘click’ of the back door and deadbolt, followed by a giggle. I had a two-second moment of absolute freak out when I realised that not only was there no way in, but that there was a pot of water boiling on the stove (I was going to make noodles for our lunch). And our burners are gas, so a naked flame. I ran down the laneway and out onto the street in bare feet to come around the front of the house. As I was sprinting up our street I saw Kirsty, my lovely neighbour. I think I said something like, “OHMYGOD. KIRSTY! I’MLOCKEDOUTANDTESSANDROSEAREINSIDE!”
Fortunately, Kirsty, being a social worker, was a picture of calmness. She told me that she was used to serving search warrants and would walk around with me to see if there was an obvious way in. The front door looked useless. Not only was it big and heavy, it would be a major pain to repair. (I wasn’t thinking like this, but Kirsty was!) She told me it was better to break in through the back door – much easier to secure afterwards. We went round the back and I could see through the kitchen window. Rose running back and forth, confused. I told her to go and stand next to the TV. Kirsty wanted to break the back bathroom window but I wanted to call the fire and police first. I didn’t want either of us to get cut up badly by breaking a window. Also, I could see Rose and she was generally obeying what I said (mainly, “Go into the living room. Stay away from the kitchen.”)
The police arrived first, possibly 5 minutes after my phone call. Super fast. One of the benefits to having a police station on your street, I guess. There were at least 4 cops, 2 came around the back and 2 in the front. I went back around to the front door and I could hear the cop saying to Rose through the letter slot, “Can you reach the handle, Rose?”
Rose said, “I’m a fairy! Fairy! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
I told the police officer that we only use the top lock and there was no way Rose would reach it. By that point a fire engine pulled up with maybe 8 firemen. They climbed into our front garden and started looking at the windows.
It was scary how quickly they broke into our house. With a pocket knife.
When the fireman broke in through our bedroom window Rose was standing in the hall waving a DVD in one hand, shouting, “I want to watch The Polar Express!”
There was, of course, much laughing and relief on everyone’s part. The cop seemed especially amused when I asked him whether there was a call-out fee for incidents involving naughty toddlers. I laughed about that afterwards when I realised what I’d said!
And what was Tess doing with 4 cops and 8 firemen in the house, right outside her door?
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