I locked my keys in the car Sunday morning. While we were waiting for the tow truck driver, Reid was full of questions. Unfortunately for me, many of them were focused on out predicament.
Reid: What are we doing?
Mama: Waiting for the tow truck driver to come and open our car.
Reid: Why?
Mama: Because I locked my keys and purse in the car and I can’t pay for us to get into Upper Canada Village.
Reid: Why lock keys in the car?
Mama: Because I’m silly.
Reid: Why?
Mama: Do you want me to read you some stories? (I remembered our little bag of books but not my purse.)
A few minutes later, Reid asked her first question again – the verbal equivalent of “wet hair, lather, rinse, repeat.” The main variance was what I said to distract her. We read stories, collected leaves, ate an apple, threw the core away and admired the flowers in the bed whose wall provided us a seat.
We have many conversations that are repetive like this one but it’s only the ones about about my foolishness that needle. This is the song that never ends and some of our conversations don’t seem to either.
Edited to add:
My sister commented that it’s unfortunate that I can’t attach the keys to my Blackberry with a carabiner since I *never* forget my crackberry. My response:
And also too bad that I didn’t listen to the voice in my head that said I should lock the doors with my key fob instead of the on-door lock. I thought my purse was in the basket of the stroller and didn’t want the hassle of bending over and getting it out. I’m smart enough to think of the right way but too dumb to act on the thought. ;+)