A Locksmith, a Bride, a Cowgirl, and a Cowboy...

Yes- you guessed it...This post is devoted to Halloween 2012.  Kinsley was a bride, Karlie was a cowgirl, and Anderson was a cowboy.  So...where does the locksmith come in?  Jamie? No.  Me? No.  Hmmmm... How do I explain this?

Let me start by saying that I pulled onto our street Wednesday afternoon so that I could drop the girls off with Jamie before heading to radiation.  What I see when I get to the house- Jamie and his dad standing around a vehicle.  I'm not surprised, because one of the things Anderson loves to do is sit in a car and pretend he's driving.  However, when I notice that Jamie has a wire hanger in his hand I begin to get a little concerned.  When I roll down the window, Jamie informs me that Anderson has locked himself inside the vehicle and the keys are in it.  But he's laughing and doesn't seem too upset so I just shake my head and tell them I will be home as soon as radiation is over so we can get the kids in their costumes and ready to trick-or-treat. 

When I arrive home about 35 minutes later, everyone is in the house.  So I don't think much about it until I walk in and Karlie immediately says..."Nothing happened.  We didn't do anything wrong" - which is a big red flag that something DID happen.  I quickly find out that no one could get the door unlocked and when Anderson pushed the button, it was either the wrong button or wouldn't unlock.  So a neighbor called the police- but they wouldn't come because the car wasn't running.  Next she called the firestation which is about 1/4 of a mile from our house to see if they would help- "Is the car running?"  "No."  "Then we can't help."  So that last option...call a locksmith.  Yes, a locksmith had to come and get my child out of the vehicle. Thankfully, this company doesn't charge when there are children involved.  

Good grief.  Oh well.   They got him out and he wasn't too upset, so maybe he won't need too much therapy when he gets older. 

Despite that, this was the BEST Halloween ever!  No one cried or complained about their costumes or what they had to wear under it to keep warm.  No one fought.  No one whined about walking or their feet hurting.  We had a great night, got lots of candy, and then the girls sat on our front porch and handed out candy to other trick-or-treaters. 

Here are some pictures!  I hope you enjoy!