It's Wednesday night, and I have conferences. Daddy has Micah for the evening.
It's also payday. That only comes around once a month, and we await its arrival with baited breath.
Our ritual is the same....every month on the 10th, we go to the bank after said paychecks have been deposited and we take out our budgeted money for groceries, gas, clothing, and charitable donations for the entire month. Then we don't set foot in the bank until the 10th of the next month.
Why do we do that, did you ask? Well, I would be THRILLED to tell you! We just celebrated our one year anniversary of FPU - Financial Peace University. Apart from our wedding day and the birth of our son, it was the third most life-changing event we've experienced as a couple. But that's a story for another time - I digress....
The following story is written by me but told by Dan. No names have been changed to protect the innocent, because the innocent is 16 - almost 17 - months old and SOOOO not innocent! But he's SOOOO cute.....
On the night in question, Dan and Micah were in charge of going to the bank and getting out the cash and picking up a few groceries. Those errands went without a hitch, and Dan was buckling Micah into his carseat. He closed the door and started pushing the cart back to the cart thingie when he heard a BEEP, BEEP! That beep, beep is the sound our keys make when you hit the "lock" button. The keys? They weren't in Dan's hand. HE didn't make that beep, beep sound. They were in Micah's hand. Micah was in his carset. In the car. With the key. Dan was outside. Do you feel the panic building? I do, and I wasn't even there!
Seems that when Dan was buckling him in, the key had fallen out of his pocket and into the carseat. And of course, my little
So what does a responsible, wise, parent of a toddler who loves buttons DO, in that situation?
I would like to stop for a second and thank the heavens above that it was not ME standing outside that car. Because of the two of us, I'm not the level-headed one. I'm the one who would've burst into tears, called Dan and screamed and cried about how I didn't know what to do, and then stood looking mournfully through the window at the child who was grinning from inside the car. Because he may only be 16 - almost 17 - months, but he is FAR from stupid.
Dan had a much more mature reaction. He rushed back over to the door, grabbed the door handle, and pretended to push the buttons on the imaginary key in his hand so that Micah would copy him. It took a few tries, but fortunately Micah started pushing the UNLOCK button and Dan was able to grab the handle quickly enough to open the door.
For THAT prank, he is SO not getting his license until he's 45.
So, a happy ending after all! I'd so like to say it would've happened as smoothly as that if the roles were reversed, but I would so be lying.
That little boy, he's good at pushing buttons.....in more ways than you can imagine!
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2 comments:
lol! I would have responded the same way you did! Quick thinking on Dan's part! That wouldn't have come to mind for me at all. I would have been too paniced!
That was an awesome story!! You are a fantastic writer. I give you a 5 for voice.
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