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Sebastian Cuteness & Break-in
Sebastian, watching Teri take out her blow dryer:
"Mamma, you have have to blow your hair off today?"
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Speaking seriously into a dead cell phone that we let him play with:
"I've got to call my Daddy. [spoken:] Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep. Hello? Excuse me? Is my Daddy there? No? He's on vacation!"
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Last but not least: this morning Teri called me at work in a bit of a panic. She'd locked herself and Sebastian out of the house. That had happened once before, and she'd been able to get in through a back window; unfortunately she'd decided to lock that window after that incident, in case of burglers.
I calmed her down and assessed the situation. There was no way I could get home in less than three hours. Fortunately it wasn't cold out - in fact, it was (is) a beautiful day. But her car keys were also inside the house, and she only had a little money (it's lucky she had her cell phone on her). Her mother and brother weren't around. It sounded as if Sebastian was starting to suspect that something was wrong; I could hear him asking anxious questions in the background.
Teri checked out all the windows around the house. I came along via cell phone, to provide moral support and advice. Finally she found a window in the front that wasn't locked - but it was much too high for her to climb into, and she didn't think she could open it.
I urged her to try, though, and soon enough she found that she could open it. But it was still too high for her to get into, and though we thought and thought we couldn't think of anything that she could use to get high enough.
An idea suddenly struck me, but I hesitated; it seemed a little extreme, and I was afraid she'd be shocked. But the situation was a little desperate, and some vague memory from my own childhood was tickling the back of my mind.
Teri couldn't get in that window, but could she lift and push Sebastian through it?
I should explain that the couch is on the other side of that window. But Sebastian is still only two and a half years old. We knew he could unlock and open all the doors of the house, but would he? If he chose to go on a fun parent-free spree after Teri put him through the window, we'd be in quite a fix. I started to express reservations, but Teri was already putting him through the window.
I could hear everything pretty clearly on the cell phone:
Teri: "Open the door for Mamma, Sebastian!"
Sebastian [indistinct, demanding]: "...help me!"
Teri: "I can't help you - come and open the door, let me in!"
[pause]
Teri: "No, go back to the door, Sebastian."
[long pause, indeterminate noises in background]
Teri: "I'm in! Good boy, Sebastian! What a good job you did!"
[At this point I was either laughing helplessly or cheering.]
Sebastian: "Do it again?"
Teri: "...no, we have to go shopping now!"
To which Sebastian replied with loud wails and sobs. He really wanted to do it all over again.
So now all I have to worry about is that he'll escape the house on his own some time, and start breaking into the neighbors' houses.
What a boy.
"Mamma, you have have to blow your hair off today?"
Speaking seriously into a dead cell phone that we let him play with:
"I've got to call my Daddy. [spoken:] Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep. Hello? Excuse me? Is my Daddy there? No? He's on vacation!"
Last but not least: this morning Teri called me at work in a bit of a panic. She'd locked herself and Sebastian out of the house. That had happened once before, and she'd been able to get in through a back window; unfortunately she'd decided to lock that window after that incident, in case of burglers.
I calmed her down and assessed the situation. There was no way I could get home in less than three hours. Fortunately it wasn't cold out - in fact, it was (is) a beautiful day. But her car keys were also inside the house, and she only had a little money (it's lucky she had her cell phone on her). Her mother and brother weren't around. It sounded as if Sebastian was starting to suspect that something was wrong; I could hear him asking anxious questions in the background.
Teri checked out all the windows around the house. I came along via cell phone, to provide moral support and advice. Finally she found a window in the front that wasn't locked - but it was much too high for her to climb into, and she didn't think she could open it.
I urged her to try, though, and soon enough she found that she could open it. But it was still too high for her to get into, and though we thought and thought we couldn't think of anything that she could use to get high enough.
An idea suddenly struck me, but I hesitated; it seemed a little extreme, and I was afraid she'd be shocked. But the situation was a little desperate, and some vague memory from my own childhood was tickling the back of my mind.
Teri couldn't get in that window, but could she lift and push Sebastian through it?
I should explain that the couch is on the other side of that window. But Sebastian is still only two and a half years old. We knew he could unlock and open all the doors of the house, but would he? If he chose to go on a fun parent-free spree after Teri put him through the window, we'd be in quite a fix. I started to express reservations, but Teri was already putting him through the window.
I could hear everything pretty clearly on the cell phone:
Teri: "Open the door for Mamma, Sebastian!"
Sebastian [indistinct, demanding]: "...help me!"
Teri: "I can't help you - come and open the door, let me in!"
[pause]
Teri: "No, go back to the door, Sebastian."
[long pause, indeterminate noises in background]
Teri: "I'm in! Good boy, Sebastian! What a good job you did!"
[At this point I was either laughing helplessly or cheering.]
Sebastian: "Do it again?"
Teri: "...no, we have to go shopping now!"
To which Sebastian replied with loud wails and sobs. He really wanted to do it all over again.
So now all I have to worry about is that he'll escape the house on his own some time, and start breaking into the neighbors' houses.
What a boy.