When I was a little girl, I loved going into my big brothers rooms.
They did not like it quite so much.
But there were so many treasures in their rooms that were foreign to me – fish tanks! GI Joes! beloved stuffed animals that they hid from the world! Metallica posters! So I would wait until they left for school or scouts or football and sneak into their rooms, playing with their toys and things and then scooting out before anyone found me. And if they came home early? OH BOY, was I in trouble! By the time I was five, my brothers finally learned to lock their doors when they left.
Not that it ever stopped me. Because I would simply go to my mother’s “junk drawer” in the kitchen, swipe the scissors, and jimmy the lock. About two years after I started my role as a childhood McGyver, the locks finally broke completely and victory was mine forever!
Until we moved to a new house. Womp, womp.
I stumbled across this YouTube video thanks to my local morning radio show and laughed so hard because a) it’s my childhood! and b) that’s a smart toddler. Here’s a two year old using a nail clipper to jimmy his sister’s lock. The prize? Her beloved Pillow Pet. Nice job, kid!
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