Bathroom Stories

no, not that kind.

Last night DH and DD were chasing each other through the house . . . ages 63 and 24. Don't ask. DD ran into her room slammed the door and locked just as DH hit it. Loud crash. then lock stuck. Reminescent of years ago.

DD and DS#2 were in the bathroom . I thought they were running from DS #1 but apparently not. DD had some glow in the dark toy and was showing DS#2. So of course they went into the bathroom, which has a window. The door locked. they couldn't open it. it took us a few minutes to figure out they were in the bathroom, then the screaming clued us in that something was wrong. Of course DH "mr mechanic" had to try and open the door first. Tried to talk them through unlocking a handle they hadn't locked, and finally saying well, we'll just have to kick it in. That made DD and DS#2 start crying more than they had been. To give them credit, they were 2 1/2 and 4.

So we told them to get into the bathtub and close the sliding door. Two swift kicks (we were a log younger and stronger then) and not only did the door open, but it came off it's hinge and the door frame separated from the wall. Now please explain to me why the door didn't just break? Why would half of the door frame hold on to that door so hard? it was as if . . . well, never mind I won't go there. But, we got a new door, replaced the frame, painted and 18 years later DD still remembers it vividely. Even remembers the stupid toy.