The fire department visited our house today.
And the medics.
And the police.
Because Addie accidentally locked Brody in the car.
She was extremely worried.
Would they take her to jail?
("Mom, can you take another picture?")
("How about like this?")
On the way home from Chloe's well-check today, the kids got to watch a movie. When we got home, I left it on for Addie and Brody while I took sleeping Chloe up to bed. The plan was NOT for Addie to get out of the car while locking the doors behind her, and thus, locking Brody in. No. The plan was for her to stay in her seat.
But apparently she thought my day needed some added excitement.
And so when I first thought to call AAA and changed my mind and called the police, how was I to know that every emergency vehicle in town would show up?
And how was I to know that EIGHT people would come to rescue Brody?
And speaking of Brody, he was totally oblivious to the entire situation. Until The Fox and the Hound ended. That's when the waterworks started.
But five minutes after they arrived, our friends saved the day and Brody was free.
We gave them three boxes of Thin Mints for their efforts. Addie and Brody got cool firefighter hats. I probably got a police record.
- Never wake up in the morning and wonder what you have to blog about.
- Always keep your car washed, in case the police have to break into it.
- Always keep your garage clean, in case the police have to break into the car that's parked in it.
Oh! And all you local readers, could you save your next newspaper for me? I'm sure we'll be featured in the police blotter section, and I'd like to save it for the baby book. Everyone has to document their 15 minutes of fame, you know. Somehow, I imagined it more exciting than this.