Oh No - not again...

I went to get the mail on Friday. All I have to do is walk to the curb. I think to myself, "Noah is playing with his toys. He won't notice." WRONG - why do I continue to underestimate the power of my 2 year old. I turn to come back up the yard with the mail and Noah is standing in the window waving. I smile and wave back. I get to the door and wouldn't you know it, the door is locked!! At least this time he unlocked it when I asked rather than making me run around like a crazy woman looking for a way in.