Wednesday, we had a very interesting afternoon. We could say that it all started about 6 months ago. When we bought our house we had a locksmith come change the locks because all three outside doors had different doorknobs and they all used different keys. So we thought we would make things easier and safer by changing them. Well when the locksmith was looking at all the doors he saw the door to the playroom and said we needed to change the doorknob. It was actually a doorknob that you would put on the outside of a house and you would need a key to get in and we didn't have any keys that fit that lock. He said that one day some kids would go in there and lock themselves in and then we wouldn't be able to get them out. I told Weston that we needed to change it but we both just forgot about it. Well on Wednesday we were babysitting Makenna's cousin Shali and the two kids were playing around. Makenna had gone into the toy room and shut the door. I went over to open it so Shali could go in and play too but the door was locked. I couldn't get it opened. So I called Weston and told him what happened and I couldn't decide if I should cry or if I should laugh. Makenna was starting to get really upset that she couldn't get out and I was worried about getting her out. So Weston started to head home from BYU and he told me to try and break in with a credit card. You always hear stories about people breaking in that way or you see it done on TV. So I grabbed an old card and tried to get in but it was no use. Finally 45 minutes later Weston got home and broke the doorknob. We got Makenna out but it was so sad to hear her in there crying and so scared and we couldn't do anything about it. We will definitely be smarter when someone gives us some helpful tips. And all I know is that I could never break into a house with a credit card!
This is what it looked like when I was trying to break in with a credit card.