I woke up this morning to the sound of a car alarm. I glanced at the clock. 5:05. I lay my head back down for the merest moment before it registered that the sound was MY car alarm. I jumped out of bed and as I hit the bottom stair, I recognized another sound over the cacophony in the driveway. Giggles. I looked toward the sound, and there was Bad. On his tiptoes, looking out the window at the flashing lights and screaming siren of my car. My keys in his hand, finger on the panic button. He's a remote control prodigy.
My sincerest apologies, if you live in my street. I've got coffee on, if you can't get back to sleep either....
Friday, November 7, 2008
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Sorry, I know you're tired but that's effing hilarious. Go Bad! Do you ever think that they have a little checklist in their minds and are all like "This is for that time you said I couldn't have ice-cream!"
Just another reason that I'm glad little Bill hasn't escaped his crib yet...
Oh my, he is quite clever. So now you're keeping your keys locked in a vault?
Hee hee! That happens at my house too!
At least your neighbors won't be mad when you explained who the culprit was!
Were you at least able to get him back to sleep?
That's hilarious!
Matt LOVES my car keys.
Also, great room re-org. You're welcome at my place.
Heh heh heh! Of course if it was me getting up in the wee hours I wouldn't be laughing.
That is a great story - so funny!!
Have a great weekend - Kellan
That is a great story - so funny!!
Have a great weekend - Kellan
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