So…we have this doorknob–leading into the boys' bedroom–that hasn't worked for years. I've replaced it three times. The new ones didn't work either.
I finally replaced it one more time…just the middle part that didn't work, but I couldn't get it back together. I left it kind of half on.
I walked by a day or so ago and found that the Cherubim had taken it apart. He was kneeling in front of it and looking at it. He had only one half of the knob in.
Last night, I went to open the door…and it was fixed. The doorknob worked perfectly. The screws were properly tightened all the way in.
I checked with John, the princess, my mom, and Juss. None of them had fixed it. Orville is at camp. No one else has spent any time in the house in the last two days…unless either someone came over and didn't tell me, or the cats did it. (Or the dog we are dog-sitting, but I don't think she went upstairs…much less fixed a doorknob.)
So that suggests….that the Cherubim did it himself…