Today Abby, Logan, and I went to a Christmas party at the center where Abby gets some of her therapies. It included a visit from Santa, singing, and a puppet show. They both loved the show. The puppets danced to Christmas music. It was so cute! Of course, they also liked getting a gift from Santa.
Well, we have AAA, so I wasn't going to get too upset. They would be there shortly after I called....except that my purse with my phone was in the car. Great. So, I borrowed someone's phone to call Wes. He called Triple A and Pop-a-Lock. I knew I had seen commercials that said if there were kids in the car they would be there immediately......I thought. Their advice was to call the police because it would be over and hour before they could respond. So he did. The husband of the director of the center waited with me in the snow. This was all very embarrassing. While Logan was not happy, Abby was laughing so hard we could hear her on the outside of the car. Real funny, Abby. So, the police call his cell phone to verify where we are, only they inform me that they don't unlock cars anymore. They will have to notify the fire department. So, yeah, a fire truck pulls up in the parking lot....but there was a problem with that, too. The fire trucks do not unlock doors anymore either. They could only bust out the window. Great. So we just stood there and looked at the kids and the car and the door. They were curious about why Abby couldn't just unlock the door herself. I told them a little bit about her and Rett. We must have seemed pitiful, because despite that fact that they "can't " unlock doors, they used a piece of metal wedged in the door hinge to pop it open. Yay! Crisis averted....finally.
After it happened, my thought was that I had to tell Wes not to tell anyone about it. I was so humiliated. Ugh. But, after a couple hours, it became more funny than embarrassing. Now, its just funny.