Let me in...

One thing I don't love about living in a 100 year old home is that for some crazy reason I have not one....not two...but THREE different doors for entering mine and Chris' bedroom. This means (because I'm a mom) that I have kids knocking at three different doors everytime I go to hide in my room (because privacy is banned when you have kids.) I have sort of given up on hiding anymore because it just doesn't really work. However despite my annoyance with this little problem I couldn't help but smile when Scarlett passed this note under the door.