Deedee. One night, when my brother was babysitting we were fooling around and he locked the door of the upstairs bathroom; not knowing this, I shut the door, locking us both out, with no way to get it open. At that time my mother was either on crutches or used a cane, which she did for several years after hip surgery. I cried myself to sleep worrying that she would come home, go upstairs and have to go down again to use the bathroom. My father just used a screwdriver and took off the lock—but I didn't know that till the next morning.