Of course, we have a latch about 5 1/2 feet up the door, so he can't open it. Now he's just standing at the front door glaring at me.
Not quite sure what happened at school, but he has totally withdrawn into himself. Now he is looking for somewhere to plug in the box fan. Who knows where this is going.
I know talking to him will do no good, so I just need to let him work it out and then talk to him when he starts speaking again.
EDIT: He has just pulled a dining room chair over to the front door to get to the upper latch. Guess I need to get my shoes on and prepare for the chase.