Parent of the Year... NOT ME

So.... Yeah...
Drive home from Oma and Opa's. Left late to avoid the Holiday Traffic smooth sailing on the way home.. Little to no traffic the whole Team pushes on through without stopping.

Pull into the ol home stead. Mrs. Humanteam goes into the house to get the wee man's bed ready.

I get out of the car to get the wee man. Pulled his door handle locked. Open the Mrs. Door push the button and open his door shut the other door..

F.
F. F'ing F.

Just locked my kid in the car. FML.

Ok dont panic. Wait for the Mrs. to come out the house. Give her the bad news.
Ponder whether or not put my 4lb sledgehammer through the window.

Mrs HT wakes up our next door neighbor the Chief. Who unfortunately does not have his tools in his car. We try "slim Jim" the door, unfortunately in 09 that doesnt really work all that well with out the proper implements.

The wee man finally had enough and started to melt down due to the fact that he could see his milk but not reach it.

So about 20 mins later (Mrs. HT called roadside assistance) the Tow truck shows up. Which makes the wee man happy.

Takes him about 2 minutes to open the car.

Yeah.

Go me...