Keys Please!
Just a quick story to share...
Background:
It was International Women's Day today so the Family Fun Centre was hosting a little party. There was cake, and prizes and draws so Abby and I decided to go. It was a good time. I got 100 free minutes of tanning, the cake was great and Abby played with all the other kids. But then it was time to go. Wow, did she ever kick up a fuss! Full on tantrum. Finally, either she got too tired to fight or just realized it wasn't working and put on her boots. Then she needed to play with the keys. I always carry two sets of Jimmy keys with me so she grabbed the one set. Fine. I'm driving home and she starts locking the door. While I'm driving. It's very odd to hear the horn beep and have the doors lock while you are driving so I grabbed the keys from her. She cried. Finally (it feels) we get home and I carry her inside. I get the door unlock (another separate set of keys - yes I have three sets of keys) and she grabs them from me. I get her all undressed and start to take off my jackets. I forget that she has the keys and she runs away to play.
It's time to go to work. I get Abby dressed, I get my jackets and boots on, grab the diaper bag, grab my purse and sunglasses and go to grab my keys...oh no. Now where did she put them? The other day Mark found a section of grilled cheese sandwich in the medicine cabinet, not in there. I've found sippy cups of milk in her drawers before - nope. Once, while doing laundry, I discovered a doll, a pencil and a straw in the laundry, nothing. So, out loud, I said "Abby, where did you put Mommy's keys?" Well, the little girl runs to the kitchen, opens the fridge and hands me my keys.
Background:
It was International Women's Day today so the Family Fun Centre was hosting a little party. There was cake, and prizes and draws so Abby and I decided to go. It was a good time. I got 100 free minutes of tanning, the cake was great and Abby played with all the other kids. But then it was time to go. Wow, did she ever kick up a fuss! Full on tantrum. Finally, either she got too tired to fight or just realized it wasn't working and put on her boots. Then she needed to play with the keys. I always carry two sets of Jimmy keys with me so she grabbed the one set. Fine. I'm driving home and she starts locking the door. While I'm driving. It's very odd to hear the horn beep and have the doors lock while you are driving so I grabbed the keys from her. She cried. Finally (it feels) we get home and I carry her inside. I get the door unlock (another separate set of keys - yes I have three sets of keys) and she grabs them from me. I get her all undressed and start to take off my jackets. I forget that she has the keys and she runs away to play.
It's time to go to work. I get Abby dressed, I get my jackets and boots on, grab the diaper bag, grab my purse and sunglasses and go to grab my keys...oh no. Now where did she put them? The other day Mark found a section of grilled cheese sandwich in the medicine cabinet, not in there. I've found sippy cups of milk in her drawers before - nope. Once, while doing laundry, I discovered a doll, a pencil and a straw in the laundry, nothing. So, out loud, I said "Abby, where did you put Mommy's keys?" Well, the little girl runs to the kitchen, opens the fridge and hands me my keys.
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