This past Friday night, Tyrone was sent to bed early for throwing a tantrum. He'd been acting up all day and just whining and acting tired. He screamed all the way upstairs and proceeded to kick the walls beside his bed. He was crying and screaming for a while and then it got really quiet. A little while later I went upstairs to check on Tyrone. I discovered that Tyrone had locked the door on the inside. I started knocking on the door, quietly at first and soon after I began pounding on the door and yelling for Tyrone to open the door, NOW. Well, there was not a sound. I started to panic and continued to bang and kick the door and try to get Tyrone's attention. I thought that he was sleeping at first, but when I was being so loud and practically screaming his name, over and over, I began to really get worried. I took the door knob off the door and tried to unlock it with a screwdriver, no such luck. I called Lucas at work, a little hysterical at first, because I was thinking the worst at this point. Lucas told me to try and kick the door in. It wasn't budging. So, he told me to get the hammer and just try to knock the lock out of the door. It only took me a few tries and the lock fell out and the door opened. I found Tyrone fast asleep in his bed, looking so angelic and cozy. I had to shake him to wake him up. He finally sat up and the first thing he said was "I'll be good." It was hard for me to be mad at him when he had no idea that I just destroyed his bedroom door, just to make sure he was alive. It's a good job he's so cute!