Escape Artist

I haven't been out of trouble long enough to blog. Sorry. Yesterday, I poured two cups of dog food on the floor before heading out to school. That was in a rare moment when I wasn't in time out for torturing Hadley...or W. Mom says what I did this morning takes the cake (coconut, I wonder?). She was drying her hair and told me to go put my paci in my room. I did, but then I decided that I wanted to go outside, so I unlocked the front door and out I went. Who cares that it was 34 degrees outside and I was only wearing my "Mater" jammies and no socks or shoes! The trouble was that once I was out there, I couldn't get back in. I rang the bell, but mom didn't hear me (thanks to the hair dryer). Thank heaven for our dear neighbor, Mrs. Russo, who heard me crying. She picked me up and brought me into the house. When she opened the door, mom heard our security system chime that a door had opened, so she came running, trying to figure out how I had opened one of the doors. Mrs. Russo told her that she found me crying on the front porch. Mom scooped me up in her arms and hugged me so tight that she probably left a mark. I didn't think she would ever let me go. I'm fine now, but I think mommy is going to need awhile to recover. It goes without saying that she is now investigating child-proof door lock mechanisms.