And I don't lock my door.
Because my kids have a sixth sense. They can sense when mommy has locked the door and constantly have 'needs', banging on the door, screaming that so-and-so touched them, crying hysterically, etc. But if I don't lock the blasted door, they do their own thing merrily.
It's crazy, but true.
But back to Camryn's story- read about her dirty laundry here! And as always: