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After a long weekend and birthday dinner celebrations we are finally home. Everyone has eaten, Dylan is playing with daddy, and I sneak away to go to the bathroom. I now have to close the door and lock it if I want any privacy because my little guy has learned to open doors. I’m not in the bathroom for 30 seconds when I hear Dylan’s little flat feet hitting the wood floor, coming my way. I take a deep breath as he bangs on the door “mommy let me in” as I roll my eyes and ask “why” his response puts an immediate smile on my face and I have to open the door “because you’re my best friend”.