The pantry is downstairs, next to the family room that contains the family television. You know what that means: the pantry is the main food source for those watching TV. Primarily, the kids.
Here's how this works out: whenever Doug or I go downstairs, there is a HUGE, unauthorized mess. Wrappers, crackers, popcorn, and many, many dishes. That room is in a constant state of disaster.
We've been talking a long time about locking that pantry door, but it would have to be a keyed lock. Our kids, after all, are very talented about circumventing any effort to keep them out. And, in cleaning the garage today, Doug found just what we needed: a deadbolt.
A few minutes later, he crowed that we were now the victors. The pantry is now secure. Sad that we have to go to such lengths, isn't it? Such is life with five intelligent children.
Hmmm. Now, where will you keep the key? And how will you keep them from pilfering when you send them down with a legitimate errand? Yes, you have been cursed with intelligent children. Runs in the family ;)
ReplyDeleteThe key is on my key ring - on my person at all times. : ) Errands have gotten tricky, though...I don't like the kids to (EVER) have my keys. So I have to do a few more runs up and down the stairs...might be good for me, huh?
DeleteSounds like you have a good plan :)
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