Trapped in the (Water) Closet

My husband will divorce me for posting this but:

1) this blog is supposed to be a mix of me rambling about random things and chronicling Tilda's childhood
2) I am in Pittsburgh watching America's Got Talent
3) it made me laugh my ass off

Michael called me panicky-Tilda had locked him in the bathroom downstairs. I had known for a while that the bathroom lock had been installed on the wrong side. I had also known that Tilda can manipulate the outside lock very well. Indeed, she had briefly locked me in there before too, but always immediately let me out.

Michael had to call for rescue.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!