I surveyed the damage caused by four little children unleashed on the back porch. It was a rainy day and I needed a break. So I had let them loose on the screened in back porch. The same back porch where Daddy stores his stuff.
My endlessly creative kids turned a small storage closet into an elevator. Isaiah carefully removed Jason's yard tools so that the small closet could be put to good use. Before I shewed them upstairs, I thought their elevator game was very fun and creative. Now, staring at the sharp yard tools across the porch floor, I sighed. Time to clean up.
Approaching the closet, I noticed a clothes hanger slipped through the door handles. My Isaiah had locked the doors shut. About that same time, I saw the doors move. I jerked the clothes hanger out of the little holes and ripped the doors open. Gasp! My one-year-old Samuel stood waiting patiently in the "elevator". He looked up at me, slightly amused at his own captivity. I hugged him ferociously. He wiggled against me, anxious to ran after the other kids.
As I headed upstairs, I decided to be a little mean and mess with Isaiah. Samuel was behind me, so I knew Isaiah did not know that I knew. I called up the stairs "I can't find Samuel anywhere! Has anyone seen Samuel? I don't know where he is!!" My voice sounded hysterical.
Isaiah met me in the hallway. He looked very guilty. "Mom," he said. "Mom, I know where Sam is. Come here, I'll show you."
"I know where he is, Isaiah! I found him in the closet," I confessed. Isaiah stared at me. I often shock him with my infinite knowledge.
After his much deserved discipline, Isaiah and I loved on each other. He apologized and I told him he needed to ask forgiveness for locking up my baby. He did. But then Isaiah turned to me with his eyes full of mischievousness. With a touch of glee, he said "Mom... How long was he in there?"