A while back my kids broke my bedroom door.
And by broke it, I mean that if you were inside, and the door shut, you were locked in.
This has happened numerous times, because Brody loves to slam doors. It has never really been too much of an issue, because when any one would get locked in, they would just push the intercom button on the phone, and some one would come let you out.
Today, while I was on the phone with a friend, Brody followed me into my room, and proceeded to slam the door.
No big deal...
Only no one else is here.
I rummaged around the room and found an old pocket knife. It took me thirty minutes to get the door handle off.
But I am free.
And Brody is busted.