So, I stepped into the garage for something and while I was out there, Evan decided to play with the doorknob and somehow locked the deadbolt. I didn't realize it until I tried go back inside and couldn't - I flipped out! I did a quick run through of all the entryways and knew they were all locked. Meanwhile, Evan was talking to me through the cat door and thought we were playing some kind of game. I tried to get him to unlock the door, but that didn't work. Then the little genius reached through and handed me my keys. Can you believe it - The boy handed me my keys.
Apparently, our son is smarter than we are, because as I tried unsuccessfully to unlock the door, I remembered that when we changed our locks, we never put the old garage keys on our chains. And then I flipped out again. I asked Evan to bring me my phone, and of course, he did. As I was dialing Jeff to tell him to come home immediately and let me in our house that my son locked me out of, I realized that, "duh," these keys unlock the front door!
I went inside and gave Evan a huge hug and breathed a big sigh of relief. We'll be fixing that key situation!