Bryce

What's that you might ask?

It's Bryce, on the bathroom sink, unable to get down.  One Saturday morning I heard crying from the bathroom.  Bryce had locked himself in.  I tried to get him out, but broke the latch in the meantime.  Now we're in trouble.  Chad was helping a person in the ward move so I frantically called him and asked him to come home and fix the problem.

Meanwhile I wanted to give Bryce a little treat so he wouldn't be scared.  I pushed some smarties under the door, but when he tried to get down from the counter, we both realized he was stuck there.  Instead of making him calmer, it made him even more scared.  I encouraged him to just play in the water and with the soap bubbles.

We ended up having to break the door handle all the way off to get this little trouble maker out.