Let Me IN, the prequel

Jordan is here with me tonight as I blog.

I asked him what I should write about and he asked me what I wrote about last night.

Jordan is my writer. It would be just like him to ask me that, whereas my other two offspring would roll their eyes and walk off if I asked for topic ideas.

Jordan didn’t know his dad nearly had me sleeping at the neighbors Sunday night so I told him the story about being locked out while going coffee hunting.

What did he suggest I blog about?

The time I, um, sort of locked my him and my husband out on the balcony of the 34th floor of a hotel on Hawaii.

So, here goes, just for Jordan.

We were staying in a high rise on Waikiki with the kids in August of 2006.

I took Tyler and Chase to go grab food for the hotel room at a local grocer, while Jordan stayed behind with Robert in the hotel, like I said, 34th floor or so. Pretty dang high.

We ran our errands, came back, and as we walked in the room I realized that Robert and Jordan were sitting on the balconey enjoying the Hawaiian sunset and a Hallmark father-son moment.

The practical joker in me suddenly came out.

I told Tyler and Chase to be quiet, and I quietly tip toed over to the sliding glass door.

 And locked it.

‘Oh no you didn’t’ you might be thinking!

Oh yes I did.

Mean, mean, mean, I know.

Then, we hid in a corner of the room, and I called Robert on his cell phone and told him we were downstairs with the groceries and asked him to come help us.

Just imagine what happened next. Cantcha just hear the movie music playing in the background?

There I was, hidden in the corner with my 9 and 11 year old sons, the three of nearly busting at the seams because we knew was about to happen next.

My husband oh-so-slowly mosied on over to open that sliding glass door.

Click.

He tried again, this time harder.

Click.

You could almost feel the panic setting in from that 34th floor balcony.

Click, he tried again, no luck. One click turned into a bunch of click-click-click-click-clicks as he tried to get that door open.

Sorta like me banging on the door the other night?

By this point, we were nearly peeing in our pants, we were laughing so hard over in our little corner.

At that point, Robert got desperate and started saying to Jordan (who was about 7 years old) “JORDAN, WHAT DID YOU DO? DID YOU LOCK US OUT?”

Of course you CANNOT lock yourself out on a balcony, or at least it’s not an easy task to pull off.

But my husband was panicked and not thinking.

Jordan, in his little voice was saying, “but Dad, I didn’t do it! I promise, I didn’t do it”  This nearly sent Tyler and Chase into delirium as they listened to their little brother try to defend the impossible.

Robert kept furiously trying the door, as if it would magically open, the whole time yelling at Jordan that they are STUCK, as Jordan frantically tried to save himself.

Finally, when I started to think Robert was going to THROW Jordan off that balcony, we went and opened the door, mostly to spare Jordan further torture.

I’ll never forget Jordan’s little face being bright red with anger, and him saying, “THAT WASN’T FUNNY!”

Heh heh heh. We thought it was hysterical.

I’ll just consider that reverse Karma for the other night, now that I think about it.

And hey, at least they weren’t out there half naked. At midnight.

Our favorite place in Hawaii, Hanauma Bay, with Jordan giving us his classic 'you're gettin' on my nerves look.'

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