and then there was a latch

I think I'll try that escape trick again. You know, the one I'm so good at.

The cursed/blessed latch. Plan foiled!

Sink to the floor and cry and scream...

curl up in the fetal position...

and finally, when none of those things work, just lie on your back right up next to the door and wail at the top of your lungs!

And then we got a latch for the door for safety purposes as well as sanity purposes. Mostly sanity purposes and so the neighbors wouldn't think I was a terrible person for letting my child escape into the hallway and race up and down the hall on a frequent basis.