For reals. We had come back from a walk to the grocery store. I put her inside the house, unloaded my two bags of groceries and my keys onto the kitchen table. I then went back outside to collect the rest of our belongings that were stowed under the stroller and to fold up the stroller and bring it inside. While I was outside, Hailey closed the door and locked the deadbolt enough that I couldn’t open the door. My keys and baby were inside and I was outside. Stuck. I immediately texted Kyle and tried to walk Hailey through how to unlock the door. Hailey was no help. I called our apartment manager, only to get a voicemail. After 15-20 minutes Hailey started to whine and cry. Kyle soon called, and I could tell in his voice he thought it was funny. And of course it was, I thought so too. Because Hailey can only barely turn the deadbolt, Kyle suggested I shake the door and it might knock the deadbolt loose. Sure enough it worked. What would I do without him? He’s saved me too many times to count.