Cmon, Cmon, Cmon

Sophie takes an afternoon nap in my bedroom when she's here. The other day she locked herself in the bedroom and no amount of jiggling the lock was doing any good. After about 15 minutes, she was starting to panic and I was afraid to break the door down because I didn't know where she was on the other side.

Then I remembered -- the window was open. So I took Wes outside and put him through the window to rescue her.

Yesterday when it was time to go to the splash park, I told her to go to the car with the kids. Instead, she grabs my hand and begins a persistent, "Cmon, cmon, cmon" while pulling me toward the hall. I finally give in and let her lead me where she wants to go....

which was right to the window in my bedroom. Then she just stood there pointing to it, saying, "Bye - Bye." She was quite disappointed to realize we would not be leaving the house through the window, but rather through the same old boring back door.