scary then, funny now.

Today, while I was at work, my wife Beth (I guess I'm supposed to say DW,
right?) took our boy (our twins turn 2 next Thursday) outside to put some
mail in the mailbox. Our girl, Abby, locked the door, from the inside. This
freaked Beth out, as she couldn't get to Abby, and was locked outside with
Jacob. (In TX, our temperatures are still in the 90's. Plus Beth is in the
first trimester of PG and not feeling too well. She went to several
neighbors' houses to find a phone to borrow to call me, but nobody was home.
She finally found someone around the corner. She called me, crying, and I
rushed home and made what is usually a 1 hour drive into a 25-minute one.
Abby stayed inside next to the window the whole time, happily playing, never
knew anything was wrong.

It's all better now, but really freaked us out. Parenthood is bringing new
surprises every day. Don't think I did anything like this as a kid. All the
stories my mom tells me about stuff I did was more on the cute stuff, and
involved poop. Oh well. We are thankful that nothing bad happened.