
. . . .like the time 3-yr. old Cortney got left at a resort in Park City and it wasn't discovered until 45 minutes later when, as I walked in the front door, The Park City Police Department called asking if I had a 3-yr. old boy named Cortney. How in the world you ask? The outing started with 2 moms, 14 sets of swim paraphernalia, a huge picnic lunch and 12 kids including 1 determined 3-yr. old packed into 1 9-passenger van (before required seat belts). When it was time to head home we asked the older kids to get everyone into the van while we gathered up all the wet stuff. We were the last ones out of the building (so we thought) and when we called out over the din of laughter to the back of the van, "Is everyone here?" it was 11 thumbs up. The only thing that saved me that day was that when the social worker (yes, DCFS was on the case by the time I got back up to Park City) asked Cortney if anything was written on our car Cort answered, "Yes, it says I Am a Child of God". "I was pretty sure he hadn't been purposely left," the social worker told me. You might want to get a bumper sticker :).
3 comments:
that is a darling picture and quite the funny story. :)
That is hilarious! You were the original HOME ALONE?! I needed a good laugh tonight...thanks! Motherhood is definitely not for WIMPS is it?! And by the way, don't we have the cutest little granddaughter?
Kinners is a dollbaby for sure. She's got all the character of her mom and at times the wizened knit brow of her dad - the combo makes for magical expressions.
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