Joys of Motherhood IV
This is reminiscent of a story told by my friend Jenny about her son Joey.
Me: EXHAUSTED...I'd been painting all day and had just nearly had it for the day.
Wyatt: Just woke up from a nap and FULLY energized.
Saturday I went to pick up Wyatt from Grandma & Grandpa's. He'd just woken up from his nap and was helping Grandma in the kitchen. I, of course, had been painting all morning and most of the afternoon so I was quite exhausted. I came in and sat down and started reading the paper and Wyatt went outside on the patio to play in the sand.
I looked out the door and didn't see him in the sand so I looked out the front window to see what he was doing. Then I saw my car in the middle of the parking lot and not where I had parked it. Much to my surprise: HE WAS DRIVING!!!!
I had left the keys in the car and he had gotten in, turned the key to auxillary and put the car in neutral. It rolled out to the middle of the parking lot and nearly hit the row of garages not 20 feet from where I had parked the car.
He was fine, the car was fine, the garages he nearly hit were fine, but mom's heart suffered a bit of damage.
I spanked him. That didn't phase him. He's going to be that kind of kid. But when mommy started to cry out of sheer terror of what had just happened and the fact that he was in one piece, that did him in.