We were not been in a new home long. It wass a Wednesday night. Shawn was at work. I put the boys to bed. Ashleigh is on the floor where my & Shawn's room is. The boys' rooms are up on the 3rd floor.
Noah came down to get me. He looked panic! Noah was saying "Ethan locked his door!" I called Shawn at work & told him what happened (these things always happen when he is at work). This is his mom's house. We have keys for the door. I went to get the keys while Noah stayed outside the door talking with Ethan.
Noah & I were trying to get Ethan to open the door himself, but he could not do it himself. He locked the door himself.
I tried EVERY key in that lock. None worked. I told Shawn. I called Sandy, a friend, that lived close to me. Her, her husband, & brother in law was giving me tips on what to do. They give me the non-emergency number for the fire department. I had no choice, but to call the fire department. I can not remember how long we were in the house. I do not think we were there long. I think 2 weeks!
The fire department sent a big truck. I was thinking a small rescue truck, but nope a big truck. The fireman was nice. He was able to get the door open & get to Ethan. Do you know what Ethan was doing? Sleeping. So cute.
I thanked the fireman!
I wonder what it would had been like if it had been Charlie coming to help me. I was calm. I knew the Fireman would get Ethan out. With everything we have been though, this was nothing.
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