Can you guess what this is?
Same object, a different view.
I'll give you a clue.
It has to do with this two year old,
and some curious fingers.
If you guessed doorknob, you're right!
I went to put Jack to bed last night and found that he had locked himself in his room. He was frustrated and crying - not because he was locked in his room, but because he couldn't get his jack-in-the-box toy to go back in the box. I sat there on the floor, talking under the door, trying for half an hour to lure him over to unlock it. The stubborn little guy would have no part in it - not even for a cookie. I'd do just about anything for a chocolate chip cookie, I don't know what his problem was.
I was fortunate, Kip was around to help me out. We tried picking the lock to no avail. Then he thought he'd try climbing on the roof and see if he could get in the window. It's a narrow, steep roof to get to the window and my mind was instantly swarmed by images of him tumbling to the driveway below. Within seconds I had planned out who I'd have watch the kids so that I could go to the hospital with him. Thankfully, he thought twice about that.
The only other option was to break in. I pictured Kip putting on his heavy boots, shouting "CLEAR" and sending splinters of door and molding flying through the air. Luckily, his operation was much more precise. It's nice to know that if a firefighter has to break into the house, he's trained to do so with as little damage as possible.
A pry bar, a hammer, and a skilled firefighter later, the door was opened. The door survived unscathed.
The doorknob, however...
