Lil T is now officially a “big boy”. 

Or so he says.

Big-boy bed?  Check.

Potty trained?   Check.

A mouth that is always on auto-pilot and doesn’t stop yapping?   Double check.

But these aren’t the only thing that makes him a big boy.  Nope.  According to my son, you’re not a big boy until you can sleep with the bedroom door closed.  Yup.  Then it’s official.

Lil T never liked sleeping with the door closed.  We always had to keep it open for him.  Until yesterday.  When I went to get him from his nap, I found his bedroom door closed.  I asked him why the door was closed.  He said, “Because I a big boy now.  Big boy always sleep with da door close.”  Uhhh okay, that’s news to me.  I didn’t think anything of it.  But then it happened again at night.  After tucking him in, I left the door open out of habit.  When I went to get him in the morning, the door was closed again.  Mr. Sneaky was getting out of bed after I left and closing the door. 

So tonight, I purposely left the door slightly ajar after I tucked him in.  I head downstairs and not a minute later, I hear little feet running back and forth upstairs.  Boom, boom, boom, boom, booom.  Then quiet.  Boom, boom, boom, boom, booom.  I sneak upstairs and what do I find.  Lil T’s bedroom door completely shut closed. 

It’s funny how Lil T considers this his rite of passage into 3-year-old-hood.  Me?  I wish I was as excited about it as he is.  All I can think about is…closed door + 3 year old = trouble.   And closed door + 3 year old + crazy giggling inside = get in there quick. 

But hey, at least his door doesn’t have a lock.  Once he questions that, then I know I’m in trouble.