Locked doors

One of Michael's new things is locking himself into rooms. He can't quite turn the handle to open a door yet, but he can reach the little lock and turn it. The first time he did it was a few weeks ago when I was just about to give him a bath. I went down the hall to get a towel and heard a door close and click. I knew that the keys to all the doors were somewhere in a plastic baggie in my junk drawer so I tore that apart while hoping Mikey hadn't gotten into the toilet. He's been fascinated with the flusher lately. My junk drawer is hopeless so I found a zip tie and used that. It made me feel a little like McGiver and as an added bonus, Mikey was thrilled with the mess I made on the kitchen floor.