Last night we arrived at Nana & Umpa's house and decided to cause quite a scene. Two police cars and one firetruck responded quickly to our 9-1-1 call after I locked both boys, safely seated in their carseats, in the car. Even though I knew they were fine (it wasn't hot and they were safe), and I knew I could break the window if I absolutely needed to, it still was quite an unsettling 15-20 minutes before we got them out. In fact, it pretty much seemed like an eternity. But as soon as we realized we couldn't get them out ourselves and Thomas wasn't going to be able to unlock it from his seat, Aunt Beth called 9-1-1 and they responded quickly. Within a few minutes, they had the doors unlocked and our boys were safely in our arms.
Parker cried the whole time (he pretty much always cries in the car after dark), and Thomas cried a little, and as much I wanted to cry, I did my best to stay calm. It wasn't easy. And in the end, Thomas was so excited to see the responding emergency vehicles, he quickly forgot any sadness he had about being locked in the car.
That little pink tool, being held by the guy on the right, is the best thing ever. I was so thankful for those men and that little pink rod. And Thomas was just excited to see the cars/truck and get a popscicle before dinner. And Parker was just happy to get out of his carseat.
I know these things happen, but it will be perfectly okay with me if it never happens again to us.
2 comments:
What an exciting start to the weekend! I am glad the boys are fine.
that has always been one of my worst fears!
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