The firemen come for a visit...

This afternoon, while dropping David off at a friend's so that Abigail and I could go to a doctor's appointment, I had one of those [blonde/Polish/mother of young children and my short term memory and ability to focus is shot] moments. I managed to lock the keys and Abigail -- and the spare key I always carry -- in the van. The car was running, so the A/C was on, and Abigail was watching a video and eating a Happy Meal -- she was happy as a clam! I have roadside assistance/lockout service, but because there was a child in the car, they made me call 911...so the older kids were all impressed that three firemen came in a big fire truck. The look on Abigail's face when she saw some strange guy peering through the window at her was priceless! All's well that ends well, I guess...I just feel particularly dumb about it! Abigail has a cold and is off to bed already, so Daddy and David are having some together time...something which has been scarce lately since Bruce has had so much work to do. I am thoroughly enjoying listening to them taking turns being doctor & patient...and listening to David's take on what a doctor says and does. He makes a pretty good "sick" face when it's his turn to be the patient, too! Bruce is trying to claim narcolepsy so that he can doze, but David isn't buying it -- he has declared Daddy to be "helpy" (healthy)!