Locked out

Our door has an automatic lock on it. I always check it before I leave- that is, until today. I went outside while Cal was napping to scoop poop. Cal was making noise, so I tried to go inside. After realizing that I was locked out while my child was locked in, I started to panic. Luckily, before I went outside, I lifted one of the storm windows so I could hear the monitor. I went to get a picnic chair and slid in a big pile of nasty poop. I was able to break my screen window with a shovel (not the poop shovel, luckily). Augh. Then I had to squeeze my body through a little hole by propping myself up on the ledge. It reminded me of the olden days on Fulton. I had to do that alot. I was smaller and much more agile.