The next five-ish minutes were spent telling Evie through the window, as if she could understand, "Evie, unlock the doors. Evie, press the button to unlock the doors. No, the bottom button. The bottom button!" She thought we were playing a game. It was very reminiscent of a blog post that Stephanie did not too long ago about how keys are not toys.
I figured if I waited long enough, her finger would eventually wander back to the unlock button and all would be well. Question was how long that'd take and whether she'd start freaking out before that or do something unrecoverable like drop the keys. The thought of having to go back into the daycare to call Greg and tell him that I accidentally let our daughter lock herself in the car pained me. Fortunately, it didn't come to that, otherwise I may not have ever lived it down.
Unrelated photo of Evie, just 'cause I like to have photos in posts. This was taken when we had Indian for lunch while in New Jersey. She was watching Indian music videos while eating. Heh.
