Through the Door

Hours before my sister-in-law's wedding we were next door at Zia's house. My toddler son wandered into Zia's bedroom, shut the door, and locked it. Calmly, we tried to help him unlock the door and free himself. The house, teeming with two dozen color coordinated bridesmaids and groomsmen, quickly grew claustrophobic for the first and only time. 


After exhausting everyone's ideas about how to get the door open or off it's hinges, our son started to get agitated on the other side of the door and he began to cry. That spurred my husband into action. He backed up the length of the little hallway and charged at the door, driving his knee clean through. The hole was big enough to pull the little guy out. The crowd below cheered. 


The unfortunate result however was that after the damaged door was removed, it's replacement took some time getting into place. With extra people living in her little house constantly, Zia's pittance of privacy was obliterated. I saw her naked shortly thereafter.