We had a funny moment at our house the other night. The phone rang Saturday night at 11:30. My friend and neighbor two streets down had a teenage girl at home who heard the doorbell and then something rattle in the garage and they weren't home. Scared Teen. Worried Mom. Speeding Dad. I took off running down there.
I put a t-shirt on. I woke the Queen and told her. I ran.
I forgot to do one thing.
When I returned home, I was able to report that all was safe and sound at the neighbors' house. The Queen was up.
I went to open the door and it was locked. I didn't have my keys.
How did the door get locked if I didn't have my keys?
The Queen's question said it all: "You ran down the street to rescue the poor neighbor kid from the bad guy in the neighborhood and you forgot to lock our door?"