Picture this, our house, 6:30. TIME TO LEAVE FOR 4-H. The keys are missing. great. just. great. Mom assigns me to find them, but after about a minute I give up on finding her keys and just grab the extra set from the basket on the kitchen counter. We all load up, drive to the fair grounds and somehow manage to be there on time. (GO US!) The 4-H presentation went fabulously, the meeting came and went, and it was again time to load up in the car, which we did.
Picture this, our house 8:45. We just got home and everyone is ready for snacks and a late bedtime. Olivia is crying and everyone is charging to the front door. Then mom realizes:
We.
Don't.
Have.
A.
House.
Key.
Dad's at a meeting.
He rode in a friend's car.
He doesn't have keys either.
Great.
All the doors are locked, and all the downstairs windows are too.
Great.
My bedroom window's open though.
My bedroom window's on the second floor.
Joy.
So we come up with an idea; we are (I am) going to break into our own house.
So, there I was, 9:00, it's almost dark and I'm climbing through my bedroom window with Tommy holding up the ladder so I don't die(: Lili's running though the yard "WE'RE GONNA BREAK INTO OUR HOUSE! WE'RE GONNA BREAK INTO OUR HOUSE!" Audrey's begging to climb up into my room too. (Mom said NO!). And Dominic has already gone into the backyard to play.
Well, guess what? We did. I managed to get through the window, ran down the stairs and opened the front door, crowds of adoring fans cheered me on as they stormed inside.... Or maybe not. The little kids thought it was WAY COOL to be locked out of the house, so they stayed outside for a while longer. But anyway, we made it in, I didn't die, and now I have a fabulous story to tell y'all.
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