A Door That Locks

Audrey should have been in bed. Instead she was standing outside our door crying. So, I locked our closed bedroom door. She turned around, walked into her room, closed the door and … continued crying. At least she’s doing it in her room. I have TV to watch and the crying so near to my head was distracting.

In the time it took to write this, she stopped crying. One hopes that she’s asleep and not plotting her escape over the baby gate.