I never let my 18 month old play with my car keys just to appease him while we are out shopping! He surely doesn't have any other toy that he could play with in the diaper bag backpack that I never keep with me when we are out on the town. And, I would ESPECIALLY NEVER let Luke play with the keys while I am strapping him into his car seat, because that would mean that he could lock and unlock the car doors at will, since he has learned how to punch all of the car key buttons (And his favorite button would NOT just happen to be the LOCK button either!)
I would NOT have let Luke have the keys and shut his car door only to realize that my worst fear had happened! Surely, I didn't walk around to the drivers side door only to realize that I did not have my keys in my hand and ALL of the doors were locked. Nope, not me. I did not run over to Luke's door only to see a happy baby smiling back at me. I didn't spend 20 minutes trying to get an 18 month old to push the TOP button only to have him repeatedly push the LOCK button and finally proceed to throw the keys on the floor board of the car! Nope, not me. My husband surely wasn't an hour away in Ossining working and did not have to go by the house to get the spare set of keys... that would have been a nightmare.
After, I knew that Jeremy was on his way my first instinct could NOT have been to call my mom who is thousands of miles away and could really do nothing but calm my fears and stay on the phone to commiserate with me. Surely I didn't have to wait out in the cold 45 degree weather for over an hour just staring at Luke wishing that I could rewind the exact moment of putting him in his car seat this afternoon. I probably didn't have my old camera in my bag that I hadn't put in the car yet and surely I didn't take a picture of this horrid event thinking that this will be a pretty good blog post/ scrapbooking page once I get over the whole shock of this....That would mean that I really have become one of those CRAZY scrapbookers that think that EVERY moment could be a potential scrapbook page! Nope, not me.
Luke was such a trooper and surely didn't cry real tears the last 15 minutes before Jeremy got there looking at me wondering why I was just letting him sit in the car all alone. Yep, this was not killing me at all! After Luke was rescued by Dad and got a quick hug from mom, surely Luke did NOT stop crying immediately and act like nothing had ever happened. That would have been too easy!
Nope this is NOT how we spent our afternoon and this is NOT the infamous picture of Luke locked inside our car...
1 comment:
Don't feel bad my mom locked my brother in the car once also in a grocery store parking lot and my dad made us all wait for a lock smith and wouldn't break the window. My brother wasn't in his seat he was just crawling around the car and then hit his head on the steering wheel and began crying. I was very young but I remember his sad little face looking at us like why won't you help me? It happens to the best of moms I guess!
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