Stop the Violence

We decided recently that Po should grow up and deal with life without being locked in his bedroom at bedtime. We're the ones dealing, of course, but he's learning.

He did fine for a while, but lately he's been transforming into an expert spy-type escape artist, and before I know it, he's snoozing happily with eighteen friends, a cup of water and multiple blankets in my bed, all performed right under my nose.

We were considering re-installing the lock, but my husband came up with a better idea: rest an empty Diet Coke can on the handle of the lever doorknob so that when he opens the door, the can comes crashing down on the hardwood floor and scares the shit out of him.

Mwahahahaha.

So we tried this for the first time last night, and let me just say that now our biggest problem is keeping a straight face. Po turned the knob several times and we replaced the can several times before he said "hey, guys? What do you keep throwing at me?"

There is no hope for me keeping a straight face, now.