Testing Mama's Patience

So we were on our way to play group the other day and I was excited because we were actually going to be somewhat on time. I put my pocket book, diaper bag, and kids in the car and then went to get my keys (which are supposed to be in pocket book) and realized they weren't in there. I went to go back in the house to get them and realized that the door was locked. GREAT!!! To give myself some credit Bart had driven my car last so that's why my keys weren't in their usual spot and he had locked the door but had not shut it good so I didn't realize the door was locked. (So I blame this whole thing on Bart) I walked around the house just to see if for some reason the other doors might be unlocked - no such luck. I called Bart to see if he had any ideas AND to see if I could make him feel a little bit guilty maybe. He had no ideas though. Then I tried the windows on the back porch and figured out that they weren't locked they were just painted shut so I went to the shop to get a screwdriver and hammer to pry the window open. The whole time this is happening the kids are in the car - Natalie is fussing and the boys are constantly asking questions "What are you doing Mama?" " Why - Why - Why?" Finally I just had to shut the car door to get some peace and quiet. I got the window open and thought it would be much easier to put one of the boys through the window than me crawling through so Cale was closest so I slipped him right in. No problem right? I'll be in the house in no time. WRONG!!! Cale decided that he didn't want to unlock the door that was 2 steps away from him. He wanted Ryan to do it. I said very calm but stern, "Cale, unlock the door now please."

"No, I want Ryan to do it"
"CALE"
Then he turns around, goes in the house and shuts the door. I can see him standing in the house with his back turned to me just standing there.
UUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH
I had to get Ryan out of the car, put him through the window, where he quickly opened up the door and we were in. I was happy to be back in the house but I was fuming mad. After punishing Cale, Ryan said in his sweetest voice "Mom, I ALWAYS listen to you." He was very proud of himself. We finally got to play group about an hour late. The joys of 3 year olds. For those of you who think you are going through the "terrible 2's" just wait until they turn 3. :)