Sunday Evening, I went upstairs to see what the kids were up to & noticed that my bedroom door was closed… and locked. When we bought this house, there was a door knob on Asher’s room that took a key, but there was no key for it. After he locked himself in his room & we had to talk him through getting the door unlocked, we switched door knobs with him. So, now we had a locked door, requiring a key we don’t have, on our bedroom door.
We had an incident about a year ago, where the kids accidentally locked our door & we had to call a locksmith to come unlock it for us. That also happened on a Sunday evening. I quickly ascertained that Asher was the one guilty of locking my door, so I got the interrogation underway…
Me: “Why did you lock my door?”
Asher: “Because it’s fun.”
Me: “Is it fun to be naughty?”
Me: “Is it fun to be punished?”
Me: “Then what’s fun about it?”
Asher: “Having the worker-man come to our house to open it.”
So I told Asher that he would have to pay for the locksmith to come open the door. We headed up to his rom to count the contents of his bank & discovered that on the bill of $40, Asher was $39 short. I set him up cleaning his room as well as Chancery’s to try to earn back some of the money he owed, as well as keeping him from watching the ‘worker-man’ open the door. I wasn’t going to REWARD him for his bad actions.