...that's what the Fire Department and Ambulance men were thinking today when they came to unlock Beckett from the car. Yep, you read that correctly it took 6 men and approximately 15 minutes to rescue Beckett from the car that I stupidly locked him in. Here's how it all went down.
- Groceries purchased
- Grabbed a much needed Starbucks on the way out of the store
- Unlocked the car
- Opened the car and buckled Beckett in
- Tried to automatically start the car (but in order to do this the doors have to be locked)
- Car didn't start, so I lock the doors
- Car still doesn't start (it is only later today that I discovered you can't automatically start the car with the doors open).
- Give up, "it's not too hot," no biggie
- Put the groceries and my purse away, put keys in ignition
- Shut the doors
- Go around to the driver door, it's locked
- Start to panic, check all doors, they're also locked
- Scope the parking lot, I have nothing and I am standing outside the car door looking in at Beckett, panic a little more
- Man pulls up next to me to park
- Blurt out, "I just locked my son in the car, can I borrow your phone?"
- Weigh all my options quickly, call 911
- Report my emergency to operator
- 5 minutes later a firetruck and ambulance show up, lights, sirens, the works all on
- All jump out and immediately go to work (I'm sure one glance at me and they immediately shake their head)
- Fireman asks me a couple questions, they cannot get the door to unlock (the unlock button is in the center console, they have a hard time getting door unlocked)
- Door finally unlocks, I jump in and grab Becks (who is sitting patiently the entire time, pointing at the truck saying "car")
- Fireman, Ambulance all check out Becks, he's warm but not sweating (thank God it was not the middle of summer)
- File a report, profusely thank fireman, hug Beckett who is still pointing at the firetruck, "car"
-MOM OF THE YEAR!!!