Yep. I tell them all the time, "don't lean on the elevator door." "Don't touch the door!" "Yeah, you! Get your hands OFF the door!"
But, as I looked away and took the first sip of that perfectly blended coffee he put his hands on it anyway. Then, the next thing I knew, my cup was laying spilled and broken on the floor and I was pulling his fingers out of the teeny-tiny space in the elevator door.
It was horrible. The door wouldn't open and I was afraid I was going to pull his little fingers off if I pulled any harder to get his hand out. Katie was screaming. Full-on movie style. I glanced back at her for a second to see her screaming with her hands to her face and her little feet stomping. That's how I felt too, but I couldn't leave CJ with his hand stuck in the door. I was finally able to free his little fingers. Then I had to go back home to get a towel to clean up the big mess of coffee on the floor.
We finally get fixed up, get back on the elevator to go up three floors to a friend's house and the elevator doors only open about three inches. Seriously? So we go down one floor and walk up one flight of stairs to get where we started to go about half an hour before.
Luckily, CJ was fine. Favoring his hand a bit, but fine. We stay at our friend's house for a while to finalize some things for the Fiendette Show we'll be hosting in a couple of weeks (hopefully some amazing pictures will be shared soon after that and I can explain then...) We say goodbye and head to the elevators again and CJ pulls his hurt little hand to his chest and yells, "OUCH!" Yes, baby, it will hurt you if you don't listen to Mommy.
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