Can't Get Me

One of the standard daily games I have been roped into with my three-year-old involves locking the door so that I can't open it to take him out.  It's like a weird game of chess.

"I locked the door so you can't get me," Logan giggled.

"Oh, you think so, huh?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

He paused to think.

"Do you have your keys?" he asked.

Check. 

I jingled them in the ignition.

Now I could see the wheels really turning.

"You can't use them because you're stupid and my friends think you're dumb."

Checkmate. 

Is that so?  I tried not to laugh.  If you've been gone for a year because I have grounded you, I wonder if your friends will remember you.

- 17 April 2012