When Alaina was about 2 months old, I locked her, along with my keys, in the car. It was cold, dark, threatening to rain, and she was enormously hungry. Which, of course, for an 11 week old, means lots of screaming. The manager of Red Robin was very helpful, and enlisted his staff to keep me from freaking out (too late) and brought us hot chocolate. He even offered to pay for the towing or locksmith! It was an awful night, but, like most things, it was funny eventually. Until Sunday.
Last Sunday, my mom and I went to the grocery store on our way to my dad's house for a birthday celebration. I grabbed a cart, was getting ready to bring Miss Lainey out, when the woman parked next to me indicated that she needed to leave RIGHT THEN. So I shut the door, waited for her to back out, and tried the door. Locked. Again. With the baby in the car. Again. Fortunately, my mom has AAA (conveniently purchased after the last "Morgan locked the infant in the car" incident). It only took them about 30 minutes to show up, and get into the car (did you know they use a blood pressure cuff [or sphygmomanometer, if you're feeling fancy] to crack the door open enough to snake an unlocking tool in there?) and Alaina was smiling and giggling most of the time. The last few minutes she was growing tired of waving and having kisses blown to her. I'm sure if she could, she'd have said, "Mom, just get me out of the car already! Why are you just standing there?!"
When we arrived at my dad's house, my stepdad (not my mom's husband, but my dad's partner, keep up with the story, people!) had just stepped out to run an errand. A little unusual for him when he knew there was company on the the way. When Gary got home, he came bearing a set of TWO hide-a-keys. Boy, am I loved. With the key hidden on the car, I'll NEVER lock my keys in the car again.
That's what I said as soon as my mom got AAA. And since she's gotten it, I've locked my keys in the car twice. Only once with the baby inside. Do you know how many times I've locked myself out of the car in my life? 3. In 6 months. All after my daughter showed up.
I'm not blaming her....I'm just pointing out the facts.
That's hilarious!! Josh's family got us AAA after I got a flat tire at 6 in the morning ... while Josh was on a detachment out of state ... on the south end of Whidbey Island.
ReplyDeleteAnd your Red Robin story sounds like something I read on the back of the bill holders