He is super-excited about our lunch date, on the inside!!!

The kids had the day off from school on Friday, so my son and I spent the afternoon testing out the media room at Best Buy.

What?!?  Don't tell me we are the ONLY ones to pop open a couple of leather recliners and pretend like we actually live there.

Aaaaaand, if you do not do these sort of things at Best Buy...then, neither do we...because that would be weird.

Aaaaaanyway, we decided to head to the other side of the shopping plaza, to see how many people we could alienate over at the bookstore, when my son experienced a bit of nostalgia.

"Remember when you locked your keys in the car and we almost died?!?"

It's funny how their memories of past events are SO VERY different from mine.

Clearly, they didn't die, but it WAS 10 years ago and revisting the moment (via my blog post's archives, you know, to double-check) was sort of fun, because each of their reactions to “Mommy locked us out of the car, AGAIN!" were so very different.

Holly (who is turning 20, tomorrow, GAH!!!) was 10 and already better at this mothering thing than I was, at the time:  ”Good thing I bought those chocolate coins at Michael’s or else we would have starved!”

(Note:  we live exactly 4.7 miles away from Michael’s and there is a pizza place within view.) 

Heather (who is turning 18, next month, DOUBLE-GAH!!!) was 7, going on 40: “Not again! Why do you always lock the keys in the car when it’s freezing outside. We’re going to freeze! I can’t feel my fingers!”

(Note: It was 50 degrees out.)

Glen (who is turning 15, in January, I JUST CAN'T!!!) was 4 years-old and ALL boy:  "Wook at me, I’m fwying….vroooommm!”

(Note:  He was running in circles, made himself dizzy, flew right into the concrete wall and fell to the grond, like a rock.)

Hope (who's as good as a teenager, at this point) was 2, every terrible bit of it: “Hopey do! Hopey walk! Hopey get out of cawage, NOW!!!!”

(Note: People were beginning to stare – I had to let the child out who is now fwying, I mean, flying in circles with her brother.) 

So, this went on for a few minutes and I kind of chuckle to myself now, thinking of what I would have said, if I saw what the people who were staring at me saw, back then.

"Look!!!  There's Daddy, everyone yell HEY to daddy!!!"The children jumped up on the bench, began to wave their hands furiously, chanting "Dad-dee, Dad-dee, Dad-dee...” as we watched Dad-dee drive right past us. 

"So, you see, it was DADDY who left us here to die!"

That made him smile.  I wasn't fast enough with my camera.  Sorry you missed it.

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