On Friday afternoon Madison and I were shopping when I got a call from John. "Devin's locked me out of the house and I don't have a key." When we moved into our new house John made 4 copies of our house key. I put the keys in a drawer so we wouldn't lose them. And stupidly, neither of us bothered to put one of the keys on our key chains.
John tried all doors to the house without luck. He could see Devin through the glass on the french doors. The dead bolt was locked but the door knob lock was not. He pleaded with Devin to turn the dead bolt lock. He turned the lock on the door knob so both locks were secure!
John ended up calling the locksmith and after 1 hour and $50 John was able to get back into his own house.
Saturday night I had to go pick up Madison at a friend's house. The older boys were in bed and Devin was laying in bed with John. When I returned John remained in bed and Devin was gone. When questioned John sleepily answered that he didn't know where Devin was. This could be bad! I went upstairs and Devin wasn't in his bed. Or in his brothers beds. Or under anything or laying on the floor. I looked everywhere without finding him. I checked the doors and knew he hadn't gone outside because the doors were locked from the inside. But I began to panic because no one was watching him!
During the third sweep of the house I heard it. Deep breathing. I switched on the light to the mud room. And there he was. Sleeping like a baby on the bench. I had actually been past him twice. Once when I came home and once when I checked the lock on the door. He was waiting for me to come home and fell asleep.