Excuses, Excuses

I'm finally getting the hang of this whole stay at home mom thing, and I'm starting to really enjoy. Especially because I get to see all the stuff that Logan does that makes a perverse sense.
Case in point:
Tonight, as I was walking out of the computer room to make sure he'd brushed his teeth and was getting ready for bed, he was coming out of his room and shutting his door. That should have been my first clue, because we're pretty open. Doors are only shut for bed or changing. But, whatever, I've caught him eating out of the trash when he's not even hungry in the past month (his reason:"It looked yummy!"), so I'm learning to ignore some of the more mundane things he's doing.
5 minutes later, he comes to me with a fake look of sincerity and remorse on his face-you know the kind, where someone looks sad, but can't keep a smile off their face-and informs me that his bedroom door is locked. From the inside. When I sit him down on the floor to wait for Steve to finish his Modern Warfare mission and ask him why he did that, this is the reason I got
"Because....." and at this point he starts to cry big huge fake tears "I didn't want to go to bed".
It's a reasonable excuse, I suppose. Except his normal bedtime during the summer is 930, and he got that bad boy moved up to 830 tonight.