Sorry! Don’t mean dis…

Scene: Parking lot outside of Sadie’s daycare. I am trying to rush around to get Sadie and her crap out of the car and into daycare quickly so I can make it to work on time (for once).

I run around to the passenger side of the car to open her door and get her out. Door is locked. That’s weird. I popped the locks to all doors when I got out of the car. Open front passenger side door no problem, hit button to open all door locks again. Shut the car door and go to open Sadie’s again. Still locked. WTF?

Go back to front passenger side door and open again. Check all door locks and see they are open. Look back at her door from inside the car and see that the lock is pushed shut. Manually open her lock from the inside, close the passenger door and go to her side of the car again.

From outside the car as I’m about to open the door I see a sneaky little black sequined boot reaching up towards the door lock. Realize that my angelic child pushed the lock closed with her foot and has been repeating this process each time I’ve popped the locks on her door to go and get her out.


Tell Sadie “Don’t do that! Mommy can’t get you out of the car if you do that! Do you want to be trapped in the car?” (Because might as well instill fear into the child whenever possible.)

“Sorry Mommy… don’t mean dis”. (Her standard apology – that she didn’t mean it.)

Sigh… parenting.

Was pretty funny when I thought about it later. ๐Ÿ˜‰


  1. Sounds like something my child would do. Punks ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Hahahaha, KIDS. This is fantastic.
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