Tattling on a whole new level

Since school has been canceled for the third day in a row due to weather (don't get me started) - my minivan proves yet again to be a place for more learning opportunities than school.

I'd say for the last year or so, we've been locking the door for uh, late night curricular activities. I'd be so bold as to suggest it's the signal for game time. Or perhaps locking the door at this age is foreplay. All I'm saying is, I don't want the kids seeing our uglies bumping. We lock the door. The day they decide to pick that lock is their own damned fault.

So, the other day, I picked up a fellow gal pal and her kids fairly early in the morning. The kids were all one-upping each other about how they had to get up so early.
Her kid: "I just woke up 5 minutes before you picked us up!"

My kid:"Well I got up at like SEVEN or something!"

Her other kid: "Well, I woke up so early, my clock said 6, and I went to get my mom, but their DOOR WAS LOCKED!"

I did a slow look over to my friend (because I was driving), who's eyes about popped out of her head and then she just dropped her face of shame (and apparent satisfaction) in her hands and started laughing.

I looked in the rear view mirrow at the kids and quickly ended the awkward silence with, "Well, I bet they were cleaning the bathroom and didn't want to wake you up so they shut and locked the door."

Then I looked over at my pal in a high pitched tone, "Well....uh...(she's still laughing)....uh....whatcha been up to?"

BAHAHAHAAHAH!

It's good to know that my pal has a healthy and satisfying marriage. That's great. And it's also a great reminder that I should lock the door in the morning too. Never thought of the occasional kid waking up earlier than usual.

That's how I roll.