Someone is trying to break into our house... wait... no... it's just Cade.

So Emma's screen on her window has been bent for a few months now, but when I came home today it was actually broken and obviously tampered with. So mother mode kicks in and I automatically freak out thinking someone is trying to break in and take my child. I ask Cade if he knew what happened to the screen he said no he really didn't know. I called Kevin to tell him about it, he didn't have any explaination. So I worry all night trying to come up with some sort of reasonable explaination other than someone trying to break in and take my child. I told Kevin that she would be sleeping with us for a while. He said "well let me go look at the window". He came back out and said if someone was trying to get in they did because the window was still cracked open and there is a shoe print on the window seal. He called Cade downstairs and asked him about it again. Cade confessed. He said "Yes, it was me. I lost my key so I left the window open before I left for school so I had a way back in." I was furious. I said "So you didn't mind that I was worrying myself sick because I thought someone was trying to break in and take your sister. Not only that, but you even left the window open after breakin in so if anyone was contemplating breaking in... you just made it easier for them by leaving the window open!" I love him, but his way of thinking sometimes doesn't make much sense. Why wouldn't he just say, hey I lost my key can I have one of the many spares that we have? I keep hoping one day it's going to click...