Yesterday could have been bad, but it wasn't. Locking the keys in the car after daycare turned out to be a lot more fun than it sounds...

Directly before and after work every day is a bit full. In the morning, Franklin and I only have a half hour window to get him set up in the centre with his lunch in the fridge, say our good-byes (lots of kisses) and finally, for me to walk up the hill to work.
This is do-able when things go relatively smoothly. Most of the time, things do go smoothly. Every once and awhile something doesn't.

... like last winter when it was raining full sheets of water one morning and I wasn't able to stop the car in time and rear-ended the car ahead of me (going almost 0 kilometres an hour, yet I think the other driver has tried to claim medical expenses, but whatever).

...or like the time (yesterday afternoon) when I let Franklin play with the lock/unlock button on the driver side door as I threw all the books, lunch kit and extra clothes into the car. I picked him up, closed the door, and brought him around to the other side to put him in his car seat. I hadn't realized he had locked the door. Puzzled, I desperately yanked on the handle, looked in, and saw the keys dangling in the ignition. Crap. (Franklin then says, "Crap Mommy!").

However, this was all the more fun for Franklin. As we made our way to the bus terminal and my workplace, we talked about all the cars, the cement mixer that rumbled by, what a busy street it was, how much he loves to play in the sandbox at daycare, how sand is a yucky yucky phooey eeewwww thing to eat, who he played with, how important it was for him to lay down for his naps, how my day went, what sound a crow makes, what sound a chick-a-dee makes, what sound a flamingo makes... You get the idea.

In the end, we were fortunate enough to get a ride home from my boss who happened to have a car seat in his car. Good thing too because I was not far away from asking for spare change - I discovered I was twenty-five cents short for the bus.

The grateful ride home was spent discussing who's car it was, who was driving, who's car seat he was sitting in, the big trucks that were driving by, the toolbox between the front seats... You get the idea.

The coolest thing was all the time Franklin and I spent talking to each other. Of course, we aren't having a in-depth conversation, and most of it is spent with him repeating the last couple of words of my sentence, but he will add bits and pieces of things as something around us catches his eye or he wants to add to our growing list of bird calls.
Our conversations go something like this:

Okay Franklin, we have to go up to the bookstore to call Daddy. We'll get to see all the buses!

Mommy... bookstore... Daddy!... Bussssss!

Yes, busses Franklin! Big city buses!

Big Bus! Double-decker BUS! Truck! Big Truck!

Yes, that was a big truck Franklin! This is a busy road isn't it?

Busy Road Busy Road Busy Road...

You're always in the sandbox when I come to daycare Franklin. Do you like playing in the sandbox? Is the sand box fun? Who plays in the sandbox with you?

sandbox... cars... castle... sandbox... busy road....

You know, it's really yucky to eat the sand. Yuck-y! Bleh! Ewwwwwy sand!

Yucky yucky yucky castle....

Yucky sand Franklin, Phoooey, Bleh, sand is yucky to eat.

Yucky bleh castle....