
How important is a key? Very, especially if your baby is locked in a room all by herself.
Last Sunday, Bibi put Nadine in Gong-Gong's room to nap, and shut the door, without realizing that the lock button on the door was pressed down. Half an hour later, when Mummy finished reading the papers and wanted to go into the room to nap with Nadine, she couldn't, for her life, open the door. Panic!
Daddy, Mummy, Gong-Gong, Por-Por and Bibi tried all ways to open the door, and tried to find the key, to no avail. Thank God there was a locksmith's sticker stuck on the electricity meter outside. And thank God the locksmith said he could come within 15 min. Also thank God that the bedroom was next to the corridor, where there was a window.
By the time Mummy called the locksmith, Nadine had been woken up. But she was just quietly lying on the mattress on the floor. That didn't last long though. Soon, she was up and walking about. Mummy and Bibi then stood at the window and talked to her and played with her from there, hoping that she'd not cry and ask to be let out. Nadine seemed oblivious to the locked door, and was probably thinking that Mummy and Bibi were playing a new game with her.
That was the longest 20 min of Mummy's life. The locksmith took like 30 sec to open the door. When Mummy carried Nadine out, she (Mummy, not Nadine) was close to tears. Por-Por almost cried too.