So, you remember the scary moment in Jurassic Park when they realize the raptors can open the doors?
Yesterday I was working in my "studio" (read: spare bedroom) and it suddenly occured to me that the house was really quiet. Too quiet. I went downstairs to find the garage door open. Suddenly my heart leapt from my body and I was in the driveway screaming my three year old son's name. Thank God our street is really quiet and he hadn't gone very far into the front yard.
Easily the worst moment in my parenting history so far.