Liam the Prankster
Liam decided to play a prank on me tonight. He was eating (or, more accurately, not eating) dinner and kept asking to get down. Since he hadn’t eaten anything of measure, I kept telling him no and that he needed to eat at least some of his chicken. Naturally, he wasn’t particularly happy with this, but I went about cleaning up the kitchen in spite of his sullen glares. Looking out the window, I remembered that the lawn was getting a bit dry in this one spot and could stand getting watered before it got too late. I got the sprinkler in place and turned it on, then went to open the back door to get back inside.
To my surprise, the door didn’t open. Then I heard Liam giggling on the other side. The little stinker had run over and locked me out of the house, then run back to his chair to look like he hadn’t gotten up at all. I ended up having to undo the deadbolt via the dog door, mocked by my three-year-old the entire time.
Little does he know that I’m a vengeful person and don’t exercise restraint when getting even with children. He’ll rue the day (who talks like that?) he tried to out-prank his old man.