Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Victory/Defeat...
...I'm not sure which. After 10 days of escorting the boy back to bed, and another 10 days of holding the door shut, I admit defeat. I was so so so bored. And foxy wasn't. Even with no words, and no eye contact. So he won the battle. But I have won the war, I have my evenings back:
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Having also been a door sitter, all I can say is that you have done the right thing.
How did it go? Did he wrench that pitiful little lock right out of the door? Mine would have....
It is stronger than it looks. It held. I had the same worry, so watched the door for 5 mins, while I blogged. No probs. I think he tried it around 5 times before giving up. About the same as he was doing when I held the door shut. Odd boy.
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