"Mom!"

Colten came into the living room yesterday with chocolate all over his face and proceeds to say "Mom, Reagan in room...chocolate...Regan did it." This is not exactly what I intended the little table and chairs to be used for:

Colten took the chocolate cake out of the fridge to lovingly share with his sister, and then when he had his fill he came to blame it all on her!

Later he decided to help himself to the grape juice pitcher on my living room carpet!  Is there a way to lock a fridge?