tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310076521280651763.post1403336986081627351..comments2023-04-06T09:08:58.296-07:00Comments on ThisisMikeAndTina: FiretruckTinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00625630967054848201noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310076521280651763.post-5188087020068734752010-08-16T21:15:13.890-07:002010-08-16T21:15:13.890-07:00Hey I think lots of us moms have done something li...Hey I think lots of us moms have done something like that! When we were in Yellowstone, we were getting back in our car from one of our excursions and Chad wasn't back yet. I buckled Maddie into her seat, gave her the keys that she was demanding to hold, and shut the door. Sure enough, Maddie hit the lock button immediately. Luckily Kailey was in the car too! You should have heard me banging on the car window telling Kailey to just unlock the car (she couldn't figure out our tricky locks). Finally I had her get the keys from Maddie and hit the unlock button, but I was getting worried! That's what the older sibling is for, right? So take note and don't ever actually hand the keys over to Zeke and shut the door either!Tamihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07502531767672899004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310076521280651763.post-75300006998676269562010-08-08T19:18:17.239-07:002010-08-08T19:18:17.239-07:00Join AAA. Cheap. Peace of Mind.Join AAA. Cheap. Peace of Mind.Barbara Jacksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10201687615361461228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310076521280651763.post-20982289485742874692010-08-05T10:21:11.947-07:002010-08-05T10:21:11.947-07:00I locked the keys in the car the first day driving...I locked the keys in the car the first day driving to high school. I thought I was so cool, so I kept the engine running and the radio cranked in the little brown Sprint. Then I closed the doors. Then I was sad.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14829024523272734662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310076521280651763.post-22152489213871646962010-08-04T20:45:03.061-07:002010-08-04T20:45:03.061-07:00Our van and I are not good for each other that way...Our van and I are not good for each other that way; I've locked keys in it several times. Mike saved the day once and got a side window open. A locksmith sent by AAA on another occasion took more than half an hour to get in. The van is pretty secure.ol' Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08946590302421706432noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310076521280651763.post-51598549063728370692010-08-04T13:30:03.000-07:002010-08-04T13:30:03.000-07:00How come when I get all whiney people just call me...How come when I get all whiney people just call me a wuss and tell me to get over it. No one ever looks for the Happy Luke. Maybe he stopped in at Carl's Jr. We should always start looking there for happy people. <br /> I too have had one of these moment except no kid in the car, the car was on and the doors were locked though. Its a terrible feeling.Lukehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00033207260986184085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310076521280651763.post-90554638091506344372010-08-02T13:29:13.781-07:002010-08-02T13:29:13.781-07:00What an enterprising young man to be able to take ...What an enterprising young man to be able to take advantage of Mother's guilt. I imagine him saying this, in a smooth British accent:<br /><br />"Mother, I recognize that you believe this was a traumatic experience for me. I assure you that I am well, but my spirits would be greatly lifted with a balloon and a spot of chocolate milk."Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14829024523272734662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310076521280651763.post-3872270396878608202010-08-02T12:07:39.008-07:002010-08-02T12:07:39.008-07:00I've done the same thing! Sadly... more than ...I've done the same thing! Sadly... more than once! First time was in a CostCo parking lot in Idaho. We had just bought our van, which automatically locks the doors when you drive over a certain speed. But in my mind the doors were all unlocked since I hadn't locked them. I carefully put my purse behind my seat so I could grab it when I pulled the girls out, then dutifully locked the front door as I got out. Then to my surprise the back doors wouldn't open! Amy was 2 1/2 and Sarah was a newborn. I calmly tried to teach Amy how to unbuckle her seatbelt (not really a skill I wanted her to have in general...just at that moment), but she couldn't do it. I then flagged down another lady getting into her car who offered to walk to a nearby gas station and call the dealership for me (which luckily was less than a mile away). It was November, so it wasn't too hot, but it probably took a half an hour for them to arrive and get the door open. Yikes! I also locked the girls in the van in my driveway when we first moved here, and had locked myself out of the house as well (where the spare key was). But I called my dad who happened to be home and he brought over their spare house key so I could get in and get the spare car key. That time it was hot outside, but I had left the van running with the AC on, so they were ok. So, welcome to the Village Idiot club. You are in good company! :)Cristyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06864932416158605009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310076521280651763.post-22909559167898763262010-08-02T11:01:12.943-07:002010-08-02T11:01:12.943-07:00Balloons and chocolate milk fix everything.Balloons and chocolate milk fix everything.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16343833129023307479noreply@blogger.com