There are locks on those doors for a reason.
I don’t like to lock the door when I’m alone with them. If something happens, I want to know.
We also have no bathroom lock because when my son was two he accidentally locked himself in. It was an old-school lock that had no release from the outside (like the hole where you poke a skewer in) so I had to cliimb up a ladder and in the window while my wife kept him calm from the other side of the door. That was 12 years ago, we’re on our third kid, we never bothered to put the lock back in.
Here is what happens when you lock the door while trying to poop…
The child knows immediately that the door is locked. It is an ESP-thing. They just *know* something isn’t right. They come to the door. They yell “Mom!” or “Dad!” and “are you in there?”. Then it escalates. There is banging. There is more yelling. If there are other children in the house they are also brought to the door like an angry horde of Huns looking to storm a drawbridge. Then the dogs are brought along too. Then there is barking. Then more screaming and wailing and then a child starts to write notes on paper and try to slide them under the door.
All of this happens in three minutes of a bathroom door being locked.
This is the best thing, also it’s true.
Unless Daddy is pooping, oddly enough. ;)
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