March 11 – “Pretty scary stuff”

It's taken me a few days to write about this next one.  Pretty scary stuff.   When we left Kel's house the other night, sans snail, we headed home.  Mom and Cailyn were safely tucked away in the back seat, Cailyn in her car seat, of course.    But just as we got to the top of the causeway, the car's interior lights suddenly came on and a warning signal started beeping.  Chris and I both jumped like we had been slapped in the face.  What was causing it?  It couldn't be a secret message from Onstar.  We didn't pay that renewal.  It took Chris a good second and a half to analyze the situation.  Nurse instincts, I guess.  She blurted out, "There's a door open."  Intelligent guy that I am, I reached over for my door to pull it shut.  "No," Chris stated with an ever-increasing sound of urgency in her voice, "It's Cailyn's.  She got the door open."   Sure enough, Cailyn had somehow managed to reach over from her car seat and open the door next to her.  Now she was firmly buckled in, so she wasn't going anywhere.  And it's not like the door flung open and dangled precariously open.  We weren't rapidly losing cabin pressure and in danger of being sucked out the window into the nothingness wormhole of space.  It was just enough to kick off that "your door is not properly closed" warning.    Fortunately Chris' car is fairly small.  It's a Chevy Equnox, the small end SUV.  I reached back and across Cailyn and managed to pull the door to its proper shut position.  It was pretty scary there for a minute or two for Chris and me.  Cailyn was fine.  She sang to herself through the whole thing.  And Mom never did get a handle on what had happened.  When we told Cailyn's Mom about it, the first thing she did was turn on the child locks in her car.  Do we have those?   Psalms 16:1 says, "Keep me safe, O God, for in you I take refuge."   Father, thank you for wrapping your arms around Cailyn and holding her the other night.  Amen.