Left behind

My husband called me earlier this week with this news: “I had my most embarrassing parenting moment tonight.”

“Oh?  What was that?” I asked.

“I left our son behind at Pepboys.”

I actually chuckled.  That evening our family piled into my husband’s small car that he uses for work in order to pick up our van at Pepboys.  My husband went in, and our son went along with him but immediately went to the waiting room to play.  My husband got the keys to the van, paid, and left. 

Then he remembered… one of the kids was still at the shop.

As soon he as he remembered, he got a call from Pepboys. 

He headed back to the shop.  When he arrived, our boy was waiting outside, and jumped up and down and clapped when Daddy arrived.

All’s well that ends well!

I asked our son about it later:

“What happened at Pepboys?”

“Dad left me behind!”

“So what did you do?”

“I went and told a worker.  Then the worker got a manager and called Leroy (using Dad’s “official” first name).”

“What did you tell the worker?”

“I said, ‘My whole family left me behind!'”

Oh well, so now the whole family is to blame.  That’s okay.

I was not mad at my husband.  When he told someone at work what had happened, one of his co-workers told him that if would have happened in his family, he would have been served divorce papers the next day. 

My hubby said to me, “I’m so lucky to be married to you!”  Awwwww.

As I said, I wasn’t mad.  Rather, I was proud of our son.  He’s showing signs that he can problem solve and take care of himself. 

That gives me hope!

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