My three-year old (way back in 1997) dragged a chair from the kitchen to the front doo so he could climb up and slide the chain off the front door and go out.
At 3 AM.
In January.
In his underwear and bare feet.
He walked around our building to the opposite apartment where my wife’s best friend lived to ask her if she wanted to play.
Needless to say, we quickly got a phone call.
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Hunter, NO!
Who left the door open or is he tall enough to unlock it himself? (Has a tall four year old nephew that can reach the deadbolt lock on the doors).
My three-year old (way back in 1997) dragged a chair from the kitchen to the front doo so he could climb up and slide the chain off the front door and go out.
At 3 AM.
In January.
In his underwear and bare feet.
He walked around our building to the opposite apartment where my wife’s best friend lived to ask her if she wanted to play.
Needless to say, we quickly got a phone call.