An open letter to the taxpayers in my city

Dear fellow taxpayers,



I would like to take this opportunity to formally apologize for an incident that took place last Saturday, involving a [my husband's] parenting failure. This incident took time from our police force that would have been better spent on more important duties than unlocking our toddler from our vehicle. I am sincerely sorry. I wish I could promise that it will never happen again, but in all honesty, it very well might. I can, however, promise that our next vehicle will come equipped with Onstar.



Sincerely,


Emily



Parenting fail #7835 Kelan locks himself in my car. Again. This one is not on me. Really.

Let me just start by explaining why only a little part of this is my fault. I leave my keys in my car (well probably not anymore after this post). I do this for several reasons. Including but not limited to the following:

1) I am a very trusting person

2) If they are always in the car, I don't have to go hunting around for them.

3) If someone needs a 1996 Honda (that has no working windows, leaks oil like a sieve, shakes at stop lights or anytime the spedomoter goes over 50, and has a check engine light that's been on for six months) bad enough to steal it- then clearly, their problems are worse than mine and good riddance.

So that is the part of the situation that I take responsibility for.

I have no idea why Sean lets Kelan play around in our cars. He has locked himself in my car so often that I don't even get fazed by it. Usually we just look around for the spare key and that's that.

Last Saturday, Sean let me sleep in. When I woke up, the boys were outside. Sean was doing yard work. I remember thinking to myself, There's no way Sean would let Kelan play in the car without making sure the keys were out first. Especially since earlier in the week Kelan had run my car battery down by leaving the lights on.

I was almost finished with my coffee when Sean came in and asked me where the keys were. Kelan locked himself in. Turns out both sets were in the car. I had no words. It wasn't a hot day and Kelan wasn't distraught, so I felt no guilt taking a shower and letting Sean deal with the repercussions (police and all). By the time I was done flat ironing my hair, all was well.

Another day, another parenting fail.