As a mother of two ornery toddler boys, I've come to expect excitement. Today's excitement included the following:
*One hand stuck in the mall elevator (courtesy of Charlie)
*Two frantic moms (not including myself) pushing every button possible on the elevator to release said hand
*One mall security guard who called the paramedics upon hearing Charlie's screams echo throughout the mall (even though Charlie was now released from the evil elevator and starting to calm down quite nicely)
*One police officer
*One extremely excited Emmett
*A dozen curious onlookers
The end result?
*One bruised hand
*One bag of ice from the food court
*One beer (for me...of course)
The boys also got these, so clearly all worth it.
After leaving the mall and driving by the firetruck and ambulance on our way out, Charlie noted, "Firetrucks are for emergencies. I wonder what they're doing. They must be helping someone that got hurt."