Today I should be inducted into "the stupid things parents do" hall of fame. I know a lot of parents are guilty of this, but in the day and age of cell phones it should not be that big of a deal anymore. So I take Jacob with me to Winco today to get a few thing like milk and such. We get to the truck (the car window is broken and will not roll up, so we have been using the truck on rainy days) I strap Jake in first as always. He sees the keys jingling and says "keys!" so I hand them over while I unload the groceries at his feet.I finish putting the groceries in and lock and close the door. "Oh my goodness! I just locked Jacob in the truck with the keys!" I stand there for a minute hoping that I had forgotten to lock his door before I closed it, no such luck. I had nothing in my pockets except for a buck and the reciept (if a bum came up asking for money he would have been in luck!). A couple was sitting in their car a few spots away and I ask them if they have a cell I can use to call Billy. I make the call and realize I have the only set of keys that you can use for the Honda. Billy has to walk to the Pump house hoping that he can borrow someones vehicle to come open our door for us. Meanwhile Jacob realizes something is wrong, he is hungry and tired and I am just staring at him through the window, he starts sobbing and screaming. As I am standing here next to the truck singing to Jacob through the closed window several people walked by me, including the guy who gathers the carts, and not a single person stops to ask me if everything is alright! There was really nothing that could have been done at that point, I had already made my phone call, but not a single person even noticed that I was obviously stranded in the parking lot. I was so upset, standing there listening to my baby crying his little guts out and not a single person cared enough to stop what they were doing to offer assistance. It was an emotional time for me and it certainly would have been nice if someone would have shown a little empathy. Aside from the people I borrowed a call from no one cared. Billy eventually came driving up in the church van and unlocked the door (about 40 minutes after I locked it in the first place). Jacob was so worn out by the crying that he laid down and hasn't got up yet (he's napping at home right now).

Ok, moral of the story: don't lock your kid in the car with the keys. More importantly, I hope that if someone looks as though they need some help, and it is a public place where you are in a position to help them, please do! I know I will. I have faith that probably most people I know would be the sort to stop as well, too bad there aren't more people like that around here!

This tragic story happend only a few weeks after Jacob ran out into the street and almost got hit by a car. I really need to brush up on some parenting skills or something my child aparently isn't all that safe with me!