I locked my keys in the car with Toby inside today. My wallet and cell phone were in the car too.
I ran to the apartment managers office and told her what had happened.
She let me use her phone to call Oliver to tell him to come meet me with his spare key.
He was in court and it went strait to voicemail.
My back up plan was to call a locksmith, and if it took to long, I was planning on breaking one of the windows - one of the windows we just had to have replaced a week or so ago when someone vandalized the car.
While I was leaving a message for Oliver, I remembered that I had another spare key in the apartment. The manager lent me a spare key to the apartment and called one of the maintenance workers, who is also a friend of ours, to watch the car while I ran to get it.
I got the car key, got Toby out of the car, and came back to the office before he even had a chance to met up with Toby at the car.
The whole thing took place in the course of ten minutes, maybe less.
The apartment manager says it happens all the time, that she had done it herself, and that another mom had done it the week before - but, she said that she was really impressed by how cool and collected I was about the whole thing.
"You didn't panic. You knew just what to do and you did it!" She said.
I don't know what she was talking about, I was shaking, out of breath, and dripping with sweat in her office - but okay, I'm good under pressure, she says.
"Your mom is smart," she told Toby.
"No," he says.
"You have a smart mom," she says.
"No." Toby says again - and then repeats it a few more times just to rub it in a little more.
"What can I say," I tell her, "He's two; 'no' is his favorite word - and if I had been so smart I wouldn't have locked him and the car keys in the car in the first place!"
Today, the week before Thanksgiving, I am especially thankful for spare keys, and understanding apartment managers.
Let's hope that she will be as forgiving of the apple juice stains on the carpet.
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