Me: *Sinks down on the couch, finally kid-free*

Suddenly there is a bang and hysterical crying from upstairs.

By the time I get up there, the oldest boy is banging out of his own room and throwing open his little brother's door to see what the problem is. There is a lot of crying and yelling and talking.

5-year-old: *sobbing* She locked me in!

9-year-old: He thinks you locked his bedroom door and he's freaking out and crying.

It took awhile to get sorted but apparently the boy, after being in bed for awhile, decided he needed to move his laundry basket to the hallway, then couldn't get the door open and thought I locked him in.

Me: *Finally gets him calm and settled back in bed*

Me: *Goes into hallway*

9-year-old: *Throws open his door as I pass and starts fake-crying* I had a bad dream! I need you! *falls apart laughing*

2-year-old: *has slept through the whole thing*