Everett Strikes Again

Well it finally happened. Something I thought wouldn't have ever happened or even hoped wouldn't have happened, did. I guess I took the near mishaps for granted. But Everett locked himself in my truck with the keys in the ignition, cell phone on the middle console and both windows rolled up.

We were up at the new house having a good old time when my husband and Jackson left to go to his Granny's house only a few minutes away. Me and Everett stayed behind to play. After I chased him half way around the hay field twice I finally tricked convinced him to leave so we could go watch Shrek and eat popcorn. Well I put him in Jackson's seat in the front of the truck and left him unbuckled. I closed the door when there was an immediated click. A click that still echoes in my ears, As I stared in disbelief at that son of a gun my baby boy who had just locked me out of the truck. I couldn't believe it. I ran to the other side of the truck praying it wasn't true. It was true.

Now that I think back to the possibilities I had, I still had none. Even if I had buckled him in the seat I still couldn't have left to go get help. Even if I had convinced him to turn the key in the ignition so he may could have gotten some air and hopefully would have rolled the window down, it wouldn't have happened.

So while I was eyeing a particular 2x4 and concrete block I was praying. I was praying for the Lord to send somebody to help me if not protect comfort me till my husband got back. While I prayed for help I also prayed for the rain to stop. Yes, it was sprinkling. The whole reason my windows were up in the first place because it looked like rain when we pulled in the yard to play. As I stood there with my face pressed to the glass I realized something. You can't bargain with a two year old while he is locked inside of a truck. No matter how hard I bargained with him he still wouldn't move his finger over an inch to hit the U on the lock button. Always the L. As he moved from the passenger's side to the drivers side he'd take a moment to mash every button on the cd player or he'd stick a cd into the player and just as it would go in he'd quickly pull it out as happy as he could be. Once he moved to the driver's side he decided to use a pen he found along the way on the ceiling of my truck, dashboard and steering wheel. All while I watched helplessly. Finally after what seemed like two years Steven's dad drove up the side of the field and stopped about a tenth of a mile away. Once I saw his truck I immediately began flapping my arms to get his attention.

Thank God he came up there. He called my husband and a few others for help. Before my husband got there we had a nice crowd of family gathered around the truck trying to persuade Everett to mash that button, while Everett would press his finger next to ours on the glass as sweat poured off his little forehead and he wiped it away like he was about to pass out. My husband drove up and quickly assesing the situation gave a look that although was rightly deserved scared the pooh out of me. His only words to me was "move." We laugh about it now. Not the day it happened, not even the next day, but maybe today we'll laugh about it.

Well it was decided that breaking out a window was our only option. The only problem was Everett saw his daddy with a hammer and wouldn't quit looking at him. So Steven moved to the side passenger window behind the driver's seat to break out that window. The only problem is it didn't break, it didn't bust, it didn't even leave a scatch on the window. How in the world that window didn't break God only knows. Because the force Steven put on it with that hammer was unbelievable. So then they moved to another option. Prying the back passenger window out. It worked. It popped out like it was meant to do that in these situations. Once it was out I pulled Everett over the seat and got him in the shade with some water. We then sent Jackson in on the mission to unlock the door. He was named the hero of the day because he crawled over the seat and unlocked the door.

So to what could have been a tragedy, I thank the good Lord for the countless number of guardian angels he has sent on Everett's behalf. He thanks you and I thank you. To everyone who arrived on the scene thanks for the effort to persuade a 23 month old to unlock a truck from the inside. I thought for sure he would have done it for each of you. To my husband thanks for not killing me before I got to see Everett rescued and thanks for not killing me afterwards eiher : )