Time to Find a New Hiding Spot for my Keys

Lord have mercy, please don’t let me die early of a heart attack.

I’d just got done putting the baby to bed when I’d heard my car horn beep repeatedly.

I ran downstairs and went outside to see what was going on.  To my surprise, I saw the headlights and emergency lights on to my car and I heard the car’s engine running. 

Through the windshield I saw CJ, sitting in the front, driver’s seat with his seatbelt on.  House in front, Chris’ car behind,  I approached the driver's side slowly and carefully as I pictured him shifting into gear and crashing into either one.

I noticed that the door lock was popped up, so it wasn’t locked (thank the Lord) and I opened the door to find...

CJ, all buckled up, ready to go with the car Owner’s Manual on his lap.  Frantic because he was caught, he continued to keep reading as if he was going to figure everything out before it was game over.

He let out a “NO!” as I turned the ignition off and I tried to play it off cool.

“CJ!  Only Mom and Dad drive the cars!  It’s not safe for CJ to drive.  If you want to go somewhere, Mom or Dad will drive you.”

His head hung low as we returned to the house and I put a movie on for him.

Time to find a new hiding spot for my keys!