My son's dad picked him up today and has taken him to his home. A wee while later I received a phonecall from Rye's dad because he'd gone out into the back garden, I assume for a fag, and Rye had shut the conservatory door and locked it. Ooops.
My ex's garden is completely enclosed with no alley or anything, so he was trapped with Rye alone in the house. I suggested he call the fire service, which at first he refused to do because he didn't think they would do anything, and instead it was a locksmith he needed, but he complained he didn't have the money to pay for one to come out. I was not best pleased.
So, I called my local fire service for advise and they confirmed the fire service would break into the house, so I contacted my ex and told him so he's called the fireservice out. They came, got in and all is fine now.... thing is, they broke into the house through the roof! So my ex now has a large hole in his roof which he has to get fixed - and I suspect it will cost a hellva lot more than a call to a locksmith would have.
Rye's dad has now taken all the keys out of the doors. And Rye has taught his dad a valuable parenting lesson..... expected the unexpected with a toddler. (I was very good too and didn't quote back his favourite saying of "Assumption is the mother of all f*** ups", which is something he use to constantly say to me.)