I went to change the sheets for the boys’ beds this evening, and their bedroom door was shut. I knocked politely. No immediate response, although I knew full well that Rascal and Dinosaur were within.
ME: May I come in?
RASCAL: Mmmm… (thinks about it) No.
ME: May I please come in so I can make your bed?
RASCAL: (happily) Oh, okay! Yes!
On the other side of the door, Rascal was experimenting with a sunglasses lanyard to see if he could control the opening and closing of the door with it looped around the handle. Dinosaur was supervising from the unmade beds, a sea-captain’s hat jauntily placed upon his brow. It was a shame to interrupt the experiment, but there it is.
