Remember how our son has, in the past, used his “superpowers” for ill? If you have no idea what I’m talkin’ about you can read about it here and here. Or I’ll just give you the condensed version….

This past summer the boy got into a rather inconvenient (for his parents) habit where he’d awake from his peaceful slumber JUST as the hubby and I were “gettin’ busy.” After this happened a few times, we were a mite freaked — and not in that “oh la la”, fun way. More so in the “that child MUST have some sort of only-child sonar system” way. (Department of Family Services… If you are reading this? He had NO CLUE he was interrupting “something”. He’d shuffle to our bedroom all bleary-eyed and out of it. In the morn, he’d no recollection of coming into our room.)

A logical course of action would be to lock the bedroom door, yes? But lo, there were two problems — the lock was broken and the door didn’t properly close. If the dog wanted to lounge on our bed all day, all she had to do was nudge the door with her nose. Viola! Instant access to a queen-sized doggie bed. And while we’d complain about all of the dog hair in the bed and having to wash the sheets ALOT, we didn’t really have much motivation to up and fix the door. That is until “the unwelcomed visits.” But I knew the hubs was busy with work stuff, so I backed off on the nagging.

So imagine my surprise today when I witnessed the dog sitting outside the master bedroom, longingly staring at the door. That’s when I realized that MY HUBBY FIXED THE DOOR! Not only does it completely close now but IT LOCKS TOO! So after admiring his handiwork (apparently it is jerry-rigged), I did a little happy dance then lavished words of praise upon him. He then informed me the door and lock have been fixed for quite some time. Um. Oops.

But now that I do know? He’s gonna get some freaky lovin’ once he gets back from his business trip. And yes, in that “oh la la” fun way.