I am FREAKING OUT! We don't have a house phone line, and I don't have a spare set of keys (long story...). I run into the house looking for anything that might possibly open my car. I unwind a wire hanger, shove it in between the window and the door (I've seen too many movies). I consider running to a neighbors house, but can't bring myself to leave my daughter in a running car alone. I check to see if she is okay, and she is crying hysterically in her little seat. I would be too if I heard lots of scratching and screaming outside the door.
Just as I am about to break open a car window using a hammer, I remember that my car was broken into several months ago using a screwdriver. I run over to Michael's tool box, select my screwdriver of choice, and run back to my door. I had no idea what I was doing... I'm not at all experienced at breaking into vehicles. I shove the screwdriver in, wiggle it around for a while, and hear the sweetest click imaginable!!! The door unlocked!!! I still can't believe it!
I ran around to open Charlotte's door, and couldn't stop kissing her! I realize the car was turned on, but it was still so scary! We were a little late to playgroup today...
Sweet girl... home safe and sound! |