The Door Knob

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?”

Asher: “No.”

Me: “Is it fun to be punished?”

Asher: “No.”

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.