Thursday, I was home with Julia. I was working from home downstairs while Julia was upstairs reading, playing and watching television. I locked the pantry door because if I don't, Julia will take that opportunity to just mindlessly eat whatever is in the pantry.
I came upstairs at one point to check out what she was doing.
There she was trying to jimmy open the door lock with a bobby pin.
She saw me and tried to hide the bobby pin behind her back.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Nothing..." she said.
"Are you trying to pick that lock? I'd like to see you try."
I was sure she wouldn't be able to do it. The lock seemed a little more complicated than the ones we had on our doors as children. Those were easy to jimmy open. All it took was a nail and you were in.
These doors in my new house take a special key.
She rooted around some more and not 10 seconds later, she had it open.
"Aha!" Julia exclaimed. "They don't call me Julia Lockpants for nothing!"
I thought, "People call her Julia Lockpants?"
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