We went to Chruch on Sunday morning and mom and I stayed later to attend a Bible Study. Dad wasn't feeling so well and left after church. Mom and I had a lovley time and ate out on the way home. As we were paying the bill, mom looked at me with a mix of horror and shock on her face . . . Dad din't have keys to get into the house!!! We had them! Dad had not taken his set of keys with him. He left them on the table beside the door.
We made it home to find the door uncocked and dad sitting in the living room watching The Great Excape. We asked him how he got in and I'll put the same set of circumstances to you and see if you can figgure it out!
The door was locked from the outside. The keys were inside. All the other doors in the house were locked from the inside. All the windows are screaned and bared.
When we got there, the door had been unlocked from the outside and dad did not have keys with him upon returning home. One clue was to be found. On the floor, almost under the couch, was the lock to our gate, which we left on the table, next to the set of house keys.
So... how did Dad get inside?
1 comment:
No idea. Quite a stroke of genius.
Jana and I did the same one time (but there were brownies in the oven and the computer was connected to internet at 17 cents/minute)so we pulled back the screen, used a long stick to snag the handle of my purse on my bed, tilted it to slide the purse to us, then got the keys out. But your dad doesn't have a purse, eh?
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