Late

It's late so late it's actually early. You come home from whatever you've been doing. Through the gate, across the yard, into the house then up the stairs. There your twenty something year old ass proceeds to wake up in turn your younger siblings, one still in elementary school to go lock the gate because you forgot.

Not kidding, she did it more than once and when we refused told us and I quote "If somebody breaks in in the middle of the night and slits all our throats it's gonna be all your fault." At that point we would say okay and go back to bed. We had four German Shepherds so we didn't sweat it. She just would have gotten in trouble for leaving the gate unlocked. Sorry to say she has only gotten worse with age.