Alright....you hear the stories all the time about the woman who locks her keys in the car with her wallet inside, her dog inside, or her baby inside, and you laugh and think that won't ever happen to you or you pray that it never it happens to you...well, I am that woman. It has now officially happened to me. I was spending the afternoon at my parents house while Greg was out of town on a scouting trip. He was to return home in a few hours. I decided it was time to gather the boys and all my things and put them in the car. The older boys were playing so I woke Oliver from his nap and walked out to the car to get him settled first. He would be the easiest to contend with. With child, diaper bag, purse, phone, football and keys in tote, I unlock my truck and set the keys on the door panel. I put my various other items on the floor, and other seats and placed Olie in his carseat and buckled him in. I closed the door and walk around the truck to open the other side to start placing other children in when I hear a honk and a click of the locks. My eyes got wide as I starting rambling, "no, No, NO!!!" I panic and run back to Olie's side of the truck and try the door again (knowing full well it wouldn't open on that side either). I peer in the window and see Oliver with a grin from ear to ear holding the keys and continually pressing the lock button. (Which also makes the truck honk each time it is pressed) My mother then comes walking out with the older boys in a bit more of hurried walk, as she thought I was honking at her to put a move on it just to find out that it was Oliver. He had locked himself in the truck.
She went in to get my dad who was watching the Cardinal football game. (Quite an important game to all us Arizonans) I continued to try to convince Olie to move his thumb from the lock button to the un-lock button. Now I am sure this would have been quite amusing to anyone watching, to see a mother begging her 21 month old to please un-lock the truck and let mommy in. But as I said, the Cardinal game was on, and there would be no one there to witness this. Olie did manage to move his thumb to the un-lock button but refused to push it. (Again, with a Cheshire cat grin from ear to ear) He toyed with me and the keys for a bit and then in my last attempt for him to push the darn button, he looked at me, held the keys up, made an "uh-oh" face and dropped the keys to the floor. My head hung low wondering what to do next, and his chin up high, and yes.....grinning from ear to ear.
My dad came out with a bent hanger and went to work trying to break into the truck. I called my brother-in-law, who was watching the game, to please run to my house and get the spare key and drive it out to my parents house. This would take at least another 50 minutes. My dad continued to work at trying to find some way to get the door open. This continued for over and hour. Olie was really a good kid and enjoyed all the attention he was getting. It wasn't until the last 15-20 minutes of the ordeal when he started to get upset and realized he didn't want to be in the truck anymore. My dad finally went inside and got on the internet to see if he could find any information on breaking into my kind of truck. He did. And 10 minutes later... success. Olie was free, and my sister-in-law just around the corner with the spare keys. (She decided to drive them to me and allow her hubby to stay and watch the game.) I apologized for her having to drive all that way but she was quite understanding and I thanked her profusely. (As did my dad) And of course my dad came to my rescue too, so of course a huge Thank you to him as well. He did a fantastic job. I appreciate all the help.
Moral of the story....when you need to know how to break into a car, the internet is a great resource. Oh......and when you're a mom, things like this will happen often, so laugh about it because there are plenty more ordeals to come and many others who can relate. Don't believe me...go on...just ask your own mom. All I can say.....is at least I didn't leave my child in the carseat on top of the car and...........well.....thats not my story to tell but if you ever get a chance, ask my mom about it. :o)
She went in to get my dad who was watching the Cardinal football game. (Quite an important game to all us Arizonans) I continued to try to convince Olie to move his thumb from the lock button to the un-lock button. Now I am sure this would have been quite amusing to anyone watching, to see a mother begging her 21 month old to please un-lock the truck and let mommy in. But as I said, the Cardinal game was on, and there would be no one there to witness this. Olie did manage to move his thumb to the un-lock button but refused to push it. (Again, with a Cheshire cat grin from ear to ear) He toyed with me and the keys for a bit and then in my last attempt for him to push the darn button, he looked at me, held the keys up, made an "uh-oh" face and dropped the keys to the floor. My head hung low wondering what to do next, and his chin up high, and yes.....grinning from ear to ear.
My dad came out with a bent hanger and went to work trying to break into the truck. I called my brother-in-law, who was watching the game, to please run to my house and get the spare key and drive it out to my parents house. This would take at least another 50 minutes. My dad continued to work at trying to find some way to get the door open. This continued for over and hour. Olie was really a good kid and enjoyed all the attention he was getting. It wasn't until the last 15-20 minutes of the ordeal when he started to get upset and realized he didn't want to be in the truck anymore. My dad finally went inside and got on the internet to see if he could find any information on breaking into my kind of truck. He did. And 10 minutes later... success. Olie was free, and my sister-in-law just around the corner with the spare keys. (She decided to drive them to me and allow her hubby to stay and watch the game.) I apologized for her having to drive all that way but she was quite understanding and I thanked her profusely. (As did my dad) And of course my dad came to my rescue too, so of course a huge Thank you to him as well. He did a fantastic job. I appreciate all the help.
Moral of the story....when you need to know how to break into a car, the internet is a great resource. Oh......and when you're a mom, things like this will happen often, so laugh about it because there are plenty more ordeals to come and many others who can relate. Don't believe me...go on...just ask your own mom. All I can say.....is at least I didn't leave my child in the carseat on top of the car and...........well.....thats not my story to tell but if you ever get a chance, ask my mom about it. :o)
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2 comments:
Yikes! Good thing it's winter. I doubt he would have been grinning from ear to ear for very long in the summer being locked in the car! I am waiting for Jack to pull something like that!
I don't know why I find your stories funny, because I'm sure if they were to happen to me I would be horrified, but knowing all is well, I have to laugh. I love the part about your mom thinking you were honking at her to hurry up. I'm so glad Oliver is OK. I've made the mistake of letting Liberty play with my keys while I walked around to my door to get in, and then I heard the car beep, and it freaked me out. Luckily she had pushed the unlock button. But I learned my lesson, and I don't let her have my keys in the car anymore.
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