WHAT A PAIN

This afternoon I had to go pick the Durango up from an auto shop. I needed to get it before Preston got home from work, just in case they closed early or something (like they did yesterday). So I got the boys ready to go, and I went outside to get the stroller from the shed. As I was walking out the front door I said, "Braxton leave the door open, and don't lock it." I got the stroller and went to the front door to get the boys. LOCKED. I was mad, but I knocked softly so I wouldn't scare Mason. Braxton said "Who is it?" I told him it was Mommy and he needed to open the door. He said, "Come in." I had to put it in terms he would understand so I said, "Twist the button. Turn the lock. Spin the button." I saw the doorknob moving and I knew he was trying, but he didn't understand. I said, "You locked the door, now you need to unlock it so I can come in." To this he replied, "You lock the door! Open it Mom!" I could hear Mason just screaming in the house. He had rolled over to his tummy and he hates that. We repeated this conversation for a few minutes, and I was getting nowhere. So I went the the neighbors house and asked to use the phone. I called my Mom because she lives nearby and has an extra key. Luckily she was home and said she'd be right over. She brought the key, and I got in the house. Braxton said, "Yay, you did it Mom!" I said, "You're such a pain." He replied, "No, I not a pain, I Braxy." Poor Mason had been screaming bloody murder for 10-15 minutes. Flippin Brax.