Dorian locks me out of the house!

Yesterday my good friend asked me to babysit.  This was a big deal because her son is only seven months old and her being a first time mom she was, like me, very timid about people outside her family watching her child.  I was so honored that she felt comfortable having me watch him and it is always so fun for my son to have another little person around that I gladly jumped at the opportunity.  The boys played very well with one another and there was only a pause in play when my son had a poopie diaper and needed a change.  I live in an older complex that although things are pretty up to date it still has a stale smell in the air that accompanies all older building.  The smell is not bad at all but I prefer not to add poopie diaper to the already stale air.  We are blessed to have a dumper literally right outside the door, probably only 4-5 yard away at the most.  So I had just gotten in the habit of taking diapers straight out to the dumpster.  I put the child I was babysitting on the floor with a toy to occupy him for the 15-30 second I would be gone and ran out the door.  Right next to the door is a large window that goes from floor to ceiling.  My son LOVES this window and it common for him to watch me through the window, so when I was walking back to the door I thought nothing of the fact that my son was looking through the window at me.  That is until I tried to open the door and the handle would not turn.  You see my son has finally reached the height where he can get his hand around the door knob and although he is not capable of turning it he still likes to try.  Well I guess that while trying to open the door he ended up locking me out of the town home.  I pounded on the door hoping my son would somehow know how to unlock the door, but for him it was a new game and he pounded back on the door smiling the whole time.  Needless to say, my heart started beating a mile a minute.  I could see both kids perfectly well.  The child I was babysitting was lying on his tummy playing with toys while mine watched me.  I was stunned.  I was gone from the house for literally seconds.  I worried that my son might decide to try and ride the baby again while I was not there to stop him, or what if the small child somehow found something that he could choke on.  Fear flooded through me as I felt I would never be fit to babysit again.  Of course this worry flashed through me in only a matter of moments before I realized the office to my town homes had spare keys and it was just a minute away at a run.  So run I did, rushing into the office panting begging them for my spare key.  I rush back to the house just hoping both kids were in the same spots they were in when I left them.  Luckily they were.  I gave a sigh of relief as I fiddled with the door and unlocked it.  My son looks up and me smiling and says “hiiiiiiiiieee” I smile as best I can as I pick up the baby, grab my keys and bolt out the door to return the keys.  At this point I am just working of adrenaline.  I return the keys and run home, all the while my child is just watching me through the window in amusement.  I walk inside and collapse panting.  All energy leaves my body as I started thinking what would have happened if I might have had to wait for a locksmith or fire department.  So moral of the story: no matter how young your child is (because mine is only 18 months) if you step outside even for a second, take your keys with you!!!!!!!!