Rapid Response

I realized today that I forgot to post one of my bigger parenting blunders (and trust me, there are many to choose from) from last week. Its worse than letting Riley fall off the couch or putting Gabe to work picking up dog poop in the backyard, both of which happened the same day. Nope, this time I locked both kids in my car. Even after my mom warned me the doors were locked. And I scoffed at her. Lucky for us, the Wilmington police and fire departments are a bit overstaffed, or crime is down in a very real way, because while I was still on the phone with 911, we had five cop cars and one very loud firetruck at our house (that equals 10 cops and 4 firefighters for those of you a little slow on Emergency Services math). Where are these people each night when the homeless are rifling through my car? Anyway, a lot of nosy neighbors and shameless apologizing later, the car was unlocked and Gabe even got to play on the firetruck. Crisis averted! Now, back to picking up dog poop.