The other night was cold and rainy. We had just gotten home. In my usual frenzied state of mind, I hurried to get the kids out of the car, and Waylon handed me the keys while he grabbed the groceries. I threw them down in Ryan's car seat, locked the door, and we headed toward the house. When we got to the door, Waylon said..."Where are the keys?" "You have them." I answered.
I walked back to the car with a horrible gut feeling...and yes...I realized that I had locked the keys in the car. What do you do late at night with no keys to your apartment? Fortunately, we didn't have to call anyone or have to stay outside all night. We thought we'd give the balcony door a try. I had forgotten to lock the balcony (do you notice a trend here?), so Waylon lifted me up over his head, I grabbed onto the bars and somehow was able to climb over the balcony.
So I'm glad we got locked out. Waylon and I had a great laugh, and made a fun memory.
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