My little MaGyver

So this morning I locked the bedroom door, as I ocassionally do. It has become a necessity with a certain someone who likes to go in and out repeatedly and slam the doors. I get really sick of the slamming, the fighting between the girls and of this:




My poor little pictures can't handle the slamming. And frankly, my OCD can't handle the pictures being askew all the time. If you've been to my house, you know that I like EVERYTHING to have a place and to be in order. I'm always picking up, straightening and putting away. I like clean, I mean you can't eat off my floors, and I'm sure I would fail the white glove test, but I do try. But I digress. The point is, I locked the door, but I had to go back in the room several times to get things, or put things away. To get in, you use a little skinny "key" that is kept above the door on the frame. Maggie happened to notice me unlock it and watched what I was doing. So, I went about my business and was doing something in the kitchen when I came back into the family room, she jumped a mile when I caught her doing this:

Apparently she'd found a little bobby pin and she was working diligently to get that door unlocked and opened. Now I ask you, how can you not just love a child for their ingenuity? I mean really, how freaking cute and clever is that? And on the other hand, it's just a scarey little reminder that you can't do ANYTHING without them noticing. Little eyes are ALWAYS watching.

Gotta love her, MY little MaGyver.