This is a story about a van, a toddler, and a somewhat distracted mother:
Last Friday, I was getting ready to go to church to make copies. Delaney was happily playing in the van while I gathered up all my papers. When I finally had everything gathered, I went out to the garage to strap Delaney into her seat. Then, I went around to the other side to take out the recycling bin from the night before. I shut the door, and then I heard it - the automatic lock! Delaney must have pushed the lock while she was playing.
No problem - we have a key in a magnetic box under the van. I've used it at least 10 times! I went to get it - it wasn't there! After 10 years, it finally fell off somewhere. So, I started panicking a little bit, wondering how I was going to get the door open. Delaney was still happy, at least.
I called Chelan and he suggested I call a locksmith. By this time, I might have been crying a little. There was one phone number for a locksmith in Newton. He couldn't come until later in the morning - that wasn't going to work with a toddler locked in the van! I called Chelan back. He got a "slim jim kit" from a co-worker and started on his way home.
Meanwhile, picture a mom standing next to a van. She's singing all the nursery rhyme and church songs she knows while holding a cat up to the window to entertain her locked-in daughter! Delaney was doing so well, but then she started pointing at the doors, like I was supposed to open them so she could get out. I said, while trying to open the driver's door, "See? I can't get in!" I tried her door, too - AND IT OPENED RIGHT UP! In my panic, I had forgotten that the automatic lock hasn't been working on that door! (I really did think I had tried it before I called Chelan)!
I was so happy, thankful, confused, and upset at myself all at the same time. Thank goodness the locksmith couldn't come out!
Last Friday, I was getting ready to go to church to make copies. Delaney was happily playing in the van while I gathered up all my papers. When I finally had everything gathered, I went out to the garage to strap Delaney into her seat. Then, I went around to the other side to take out the recycling bin from the night before. I shut the door, and then I heard it - the automatic lock! Delaney must have pushed the lock while she was playing.
No problem - we have a key in a magnetic box under the van. I've used it at least 10 times! I went to get it - it wasn't there! After 10 years, it finally fell off somewhere. So, I started panicking a little bit, wondering how I was going to get the door open. Delaney was still happy, at least.
I called Chelan and he suggested I call a locksmith. By this time, I might have been crying a little. There was one phone number for a locksmith in Newton. He couldn't come until later in the morning - that wasn't going to work with a toddler locked in the van! I called Chelan back. He got a "slim jim kit" from a co-worker and started on his way home.
Meanwhile, picture a mom standing next to a van. She's singing all the nursery rhyme and church songs she knows while holding a cat up to the window to entertain her locked-in daughter! Delaney was doing so well, but then she started pointing at the doors, like I was supposed to open them so she could get out. I said, while trying to open the driver's door, "See? I can't get in!" I tried her door, too - AND IT OPENED RIGHT UP! In my panic, I had forgotten that the automatic lock hasn't been working on that door! (I really did think I had tried it before I called Chelan)!
I was so happy, thankful, confused, and upset at myself all at the same time. Thank goodness the locksmith couldn't come out!
Remember when Mace locked himself in the Durango...in your driveway, only it wasn't your driveway back then...but anyway...we tried everything to get him to understand to unlock the door, but he was very content, and just settled back in his seat. We finally had to call the Goessel PD and they came all the way out to the farm to help us out! I totally feel your pain!
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