Our first evening in KC for thanksgiving was spent at Grandma's rehab facility visiting with her and Mike and Susie and all our family. Mom planned a chipotle dinner, with everything thought through and accounted for and Julie provided french silk Tippin's pies. Yum on both accounts!
It was nice to catch up with everyone, and I was so glad we got to come up a day early.
There were a few funny events that evening (ask Julie about changing Elsy's poopy pants and mom about forgetting Anthony's chipotle), and one of them involved Cole.
We had finished eating at the dining room of the rehab facility and Cole was roaming around. He toddled back in to the meeting room where we had served all the food and shut the door, one of his favorite pastimes these days, only for the door to lock!!
Cole was locked in the room!
Luckily, he could see out. We asked him to reach for the handle, but to no avail. He was just a tad too short.
Cole's parents got a little nervous but Cole never seemed to even realize his situation.
I quickly scooted to find a nurse with a key.
Notice Cole pearing out! The nurse tried every key on her chain but alas, none of them worked. She left to go find more keys, and we started to get a bit more nervous.
And then, it was Uncle Mike to the rescue!
He pulled out a credit card (hotel key) and worked his magic picking the lock. And voila! Cole was rescued!
Where'd he learn that? College? The Air Force? Who knows! But we sure were grateful! Crisis averted. Whew!
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