Ryan and Sam went to his baseball end of year party. I was out planting some flowers in the backyard. Ben and Hayes are following me around and talking. I am in and out of the front and back doors. My mom calls and I walked onto the back porch and then out comes Hayes. Then, here comes Ben. I kind of hear him say "oh no the door is locked." But I think no way.
I try the door, yep, it is locked. Little Benny Toot Toot locked it. So Ben said, "we better go to another door." Second door was locked. We go in the garage and it too was locked. Last hope - front door and......locked!!!! We never lock the garage door when we are home. Little toot.
Of course, we do not have a spare key in the garage - but we will now. Thank goodness for my boy with the key obsession. Luckily, I remembered that his keys were in the car and we were able to get back in.
And the kicker of it - both the boys had on their astronaut uniforms and were trailing behind me going "oh no, we are going to be lost forever."
Holy cow! Little Ben is going to age me.
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