Did you ever do something to mess with your kids and just couldn't wait to share it?
The boys were in front of my house playing. Little do they realize, but the paranoid mom in me, watches them from the windows. Now, I don't stare at them and monitor their every move, but I make sure to peek out to make sure they are still there. And I need to know that they aren't getting into too much trouble.
On one of my walks past my office window, I noticed T. jumping into the minivan. I normally keep the doors locked, however, Mr. Schmitty was the last to drive it....enough said. The kids have been told zillions of times that it is dangerous to play in a car. But as you may very well know, my kids aren't exactly great at listening to my rules these days.
So, instead of running outside to yell at them, I picked up my set of keys. I peered out the front door and watched the boys bounce around in the minivan. They were laughing and taking turns jumping over the back seat into the trunk area.
I waited for W., my oldest, the influence and role model, who should be my youngest, to jump in the back. I then locked the doors with the remote and hit the panic button.
They stopped dead in their tracks and their eyes grew to the size of saucers, as the horn blared and beeped, piercing the quiet of the neighborhood.
Now I was laughing! I practically peed myself watching W. scramble from the back, up and over the seat, like his life depended upon it.
I then used the remote again to unlock and open the automatic sliding door. Both boys raced out and onto the grass. They looked around, wildly, until T. spotted me in the house, doubled over and holding my stomach.
I stuck my head out the front door, gasping for air, and asked, "NOW, will you remember not to play in the car?"