I was locked out of my house the other day by my three year old. He thought this was funny. . . Mom didn't. My five year old happened to be outside with me- she had followed me out to ask a question while I was running the baby's diaper to the trash (this is what I get for not having the cloth diapers cleaned and ready to use). My baby was in the housesleeping with my little tazmanian devil now giggling that mommy's face was red and she looked like she was gonna pop. So he must have wanted to prove what a big little man he was and how he could take care of things and didn't need to let mom back inside... so he ran into the bedroom and came out dragging the baby by his neck... yep, mom lost it and broke the window to the kitchen door with a spatula off the barbecue, then grabbed the five year old and dropped her through the window so she could unlock the door. Yes, he ran and hid from mom cuz I don't think in all of his giggles he once thought momma was gonna smash a window. Funny what instincts will do. So, he likes to keep me on my toes, cuz the very next day he stripped down naked first thing in the morning and ran outside and squatted on the wall in my front yard and pooped. How am I going to survive this little spirited man? I didn't really think over the consequences of marrying his father... Not sure why the thought didn't cross my mind as he was telling me about all of his boyhood adventures while we were dating that someday I might have to raise a miniature version of him. The best part? His little brother is showing signs of following close in his footsteps. Help me.