I peeped through the letterbox and could see him - holding my keys in his hand. I cajoled. I begged. I pleaded. I made it a funny game. I bribed him with a biscuit from the shopping. He wouldn't give me the keys. He kept trying to insert them into the lock but he couldn't reach. Every time I tried to grab him he squealed and ran away. Then he found it highly amusing to shut the letterbox on my hand.
I ran next door and used their phone to call my friend Marion who lives 5 minutes away and has a spare key. Thank GOD she was in. I was hyperventilating at this point.
Then just as Marion pulls up in a screech - Oscar hands me the keys through the letterbox.
Typical. Marion was lovely and totally understood me calling her - I had no idea if Oz would give me the keys. It's made me realise that I must NEVER leave Oz in the house even for 10 seconds unless I have my keys in my hand. I didn't even have my cellphone - that was indoors too....
Lucky escape.
The joys of parenthood. I think I aged 10 years in 10 minutes.
I tried his Santa Suit on him today....whaddya think?
