We had just come home. I had the keys in the front door and needed to go get my sleeping baby from the car. I came back to find the front door locked. I yell out at Isaiah to come open the door, made e a few threats which get him to the door. I again tell him, “Open the door”, to which he replies with a big cheeky grin, “Never, never!”. I had to look away, compose myself for a following threat which got him to open the door. I wont be leaving the keys out there for his taking anymore.
