Parking Lot Picnic

Let me tell you, you have not have fun until you have spent three hours in a parking lot with a toddler. Really it wasn't that bad, I don't think I have laughed as much as I did on Saturday in quite awhile.

Let's start over. Saturday Camlyn and I were playing chauffeur to Grandma Jane. We were on our way to pick up Uncle Justin's dog Bo. We decided to make a "quick" detour to run some errands. Some of the errands never got completed. Our t rod, t axle, t bone, or something broke. What ever it is, what ever it does, the car WILL NOT MOVE while broken. So there we were with our nose sticking an inch out into the intersection of a busy parking lot.

Oh the looks and comments we received. The car was not on, no one was in the driver's seat and four people tried to wave us out. One lady peeked in the car at us, said hi and walked on to her car that was parked close behind us. We had already checked it out and she had room to back up and go the other way, or go around on the other side. So what does she do? Pulls up behind us and honks the horn.

Sitting there for three hours only two people stopped to ask if we needed help. One of them was the lady that honked at us, just a little embarrassed maybe. The other was a sweet lady that had seen us when she went into the store and when she came out of the store. She had gone home and started cooking dinner but was worried so she came back to check on us.

Nobbies was right around the corner so we picked up the parking lot survival kit, some bubbles, sidewalk chalk, pinwheels, and a kite. While the guys fixed our ride, we put on a show in the parking lot. Can you imagine if we would have already picked up Bo?