For the want of a key...

Mister M is the third of four boys. If I had the chance to sit with his mother for longer, I’d have enough material for this series to last at least a year. 

Though he was generally a quiet kid, who liked to mind his own business, Mister M developed a love for shiny things at a young age—an obsession that still persists. His mother learned of this the hard way, one lazy afternoon.

Though she generally kept things out of the reach of her four boys, which meant everything was mostly shelved, could she have had a completely fool-proof plan against a child who had eyes only for the sparkly?

So that afternoon, as Mister M’s mom was going about her daily chores, she noticed that her third little one had been out of sight for quite some time. She decided to go look for him. After a little scouting about, she found that one of the bathrooms was shut tight. That was strange, she thought, as the father of the house was at work, and the boys were all very little to be locking doors. So she yanked at it but it didn’t yield.

Then one of her sons strolled along, and she asked him if he knew where his sibling was. That’s when he absently pointed at the door in front of them.

Mister M’s mom began beating down at the door pleading for him to come out. She couldn’t even hear if he was saying anything or calling out for help because the door was so huge and heavy.

Some time and tears later, she decided to call her husband. Heavy or not, that door had to go down.

About an hour later, two workers from Mister M’s daddy’s office arrived at the house to break down the door. They looked at it sceptically, and then went around the area looking for other possible ways to get the child out. Then they saw the bathroom’s window.

Using all their might and a few tools at hand, they unhinged the window, and this is what they saw: Mister M sitting in the basin, with the shiny bathroom key clenched tightly in his hand, and a rather confused look on his face.

If he could have spoken, he’d probably just ask all of them to chill—as he was.

Happy little Mister M