The Valet Key

Here is a story guaranteed to make you all feel like the best parents ever:

I got locked out of my car today.

By my child.

Who was inside, strapped snuggly in his carseat.

That's a good feeling.

The keys were keeping him entertained while I loaded the stroller into the trunk and checked the mail. It used to be so cute when we'd hear the car beep locked in the garage while he ran around the house playing with them. It really wasn't that cute today.

After frantically calling Kevin, then the police, then finally a towing company that also opens locked car doors, it occurred to me to look for a spare key in the house. The valet key, given to us when we bought the car, has never been used for a valet. But thank goodness for junk drawers filled with things you think you'll never in a million years use.

I am comforted to remember that my parents once let me aspirate a nickel.

We all have our I-Hope-Social-Services-Isn't-Watching-Me days.