Car service and repair, not my favorite activity, but a necessary one and the SUV was due. So that meant loading all parties into the car, Daddy Bug and I driving both cars to the dealer and moving the kids into the compact-doesn't-really-fit-two-adults-and-two-carseats car...
I dropped the keys on a fussy Lady Bug's lap in a desperate attempt to keep her happy. Yeah, I know, I really shouldn't let her chew on my keys but I'm embracing the second-time-less-discriminating mom in me. As temperatures drop, I always envision that seen from
A Christmas Story and fear her tongue is going to stick to the keys. So far it hasn't happened...yet.
I plopped her seat in the car. Run around to buckle in June Bug, shut his door and as I do, Lady Bug looks me straight in the eyes and bites down on the key fob. I hear the unmistakable sound of the doors locking. ::
insert several inappropriate 4-letter words::
Me: ::
tapping window and trying to point to the locks:: June Bug!!! PUSH THE LOCK BUTTON!!!
June Bug: :
:tapping window, clapping, and laughing::
 |
| The Guilty Party |
Repeat ten times.
No panic, we're at a dealer...okay a Honda dealer, but surely they should be able to get us in no problem.
Mechanic: What kind of car is it?
Daddy Bug: A Mazda3
Mechanic: Oooooh those are tough to break into. Really anti-theft, they did a great job....
Seriously dude?? Not really the time to share such fine details of the car with TWO kids locked in it!!!! OMG, can you get me in or am I calling the police??
PSA: Do NOT give a teething infant your key fob. Lady Bug is just going to have to settle for the house keys. Thankfully my
Mother of the Year badge is being issued by the dealership and NOT the local police department.
