This weekend, we went to Hollywood, FL. Dylan immediately said, “That’s where all the celebrities are!” I had to explain that this was a different Hollywood than the one in California and there would be less celebrities and more chain smoking, erratic drivers.
Rick was conveniently at a double header softball game while I got myself and 5 kids organized for the beach. At one point, I had to run upstairs and I said to my kids…
“Cash is in the exersaucer. Please let me know if he starts crying.”
And my kids must have heard, “Cash is in the exersaucer. Please take him out. Put him in a doll baby carriage and give him a doctor check up and pretend to cut his hair.”
Because 6 minutes later, I found him like this…
I packed up the car and just so you know, I remembered the bathing suits, the towels, the sunscreen, the sunglasses, the goggles, the snacks, the water, the change of clothes, the beach toys, the sun umbrella and the diaper bag.
I however did not remember to check Harlowe’s shoes.
Those are two right feet.
Conveniently, she had brought a second pair of shoes in her purse. I don’t know why a 3-year-old packs a second pair of shoes but problem solved and we went to the beach.
It was insanely gorgeous and don’t be jealous because you probably have lots of friends wherever you live and Rick and I have to mostly talk to each other.
At the end of the afternoon, we went back to our cars (Rick and I had separate cars because of that very important softball extravaganza). And Rick’s car was gone.
Like not, “I can’t remember where I parked” gone but “seriously not here” gone. We couldn’t believe it. Who steals a car? On such a sunny, beautiful day? We knew we had parked it on level 2 but it was simply not there. Do we call the police? How is Rick going to get to work the next day? How does anyone hot wire a car anyway? Is there an app for that?
“You parked right here on level two,” I said to Rick who looked more and more nauseous.
“Yup. This is definitely where I parked,” he confirmed.
“Rick, hold on a minute,” I said in my calm, reassuring voice. I ran up to level three.
The car was there.
So I’m thinking someone must have moved the car from level 2 to level 3 when we were at the beach.