I thought wrong.
Today I went to get her up from her nap and I couldn't get it open. I seriously tried everything. Finally I knew I just needed to take off the whole knob. I did that with no problem at all, but the part still in the door would not budge. Not one little bit. I called Phil for a little guidance (PLEASE HELP!!!). He suggested I get some pliers and try to use my huge muscles to pull it out. I tried. I failed. Finally I called him and just said there was no way I could get it open. So Phil said he would come home right away. What else could we do?! You know, other than Gibson's suggestion to call 911.
Look at those little fingers:
At this point I seriously had to keep myself in check so I didn't flip out. I wasn't even the one stuck and I was about to have a claustrophobic breakdown. Maya on the other hand was doing just fine. She had one moment where she started crying and just really wanted out. So I slipped her a granola bar under the door and that perked her up fast.
About 15-20 minutes later Phil got home to assess the sitchiation. After trying his best to get it open and listen to Gibson say, "Daddy are you done with the flashlight? Can I have it?" approximately 15 times, Phil declared it un-openable.
So he broke the door down. And I think it filled a secret dream of his.
Now we're wishing we would have just found the time for that new doorknob. Now we need a whole new door...