My daughter locked me out of the van once.
After I put my diaper bag (which also held my keys and cell phone) on the front passenger seat, had strapped Sophia in, and Abigail had run up to the driver's seat pushing buttons on the door.
I got her and strapped her in, closed the power sliding door with the button on the inside of the door frame, and as it shut, I heard 'click-click' as all the doors locked.
: and I was so terrified.
I flagged down the first driver (I was in a covered parking garage at the hospital) and she had a cell phone.
I called the cab company to get the lock opened.
They couldn't find me.
I had to get someone in the hospital to call security to see if he could unlock my van. He let me borrow his cell phone to call cab company again.
This whole time, my babes were sleeping soundly in their carseats and I was a nervouc wreck, for about an hour.
Finally, the cab showed up, claiming he couldn't find my car because he was in the wrong parking lot. I told him, I said, level one of the covered parking in the front row. He said he was told the front parking lot.
Yeah, then why would I say level 1?
Anyway, everyone was fine and I learned a lesson. Abigail is always way quicker and much more clever than I give her credit for, and I give her a lot of credit.
Oh yeah, the other lesson learned. Always keep my keys and cell phone on me, even if I don't have any pockets that day.