She's super-freaky, yow
Super freak, super freak
You know this song? It's me. (Not the rest of the song, just this part!) I am a super freak. So yesterday I was at Costco doing some shopping for Tate's bday (today!) I am loading the boys into the car and it is so disgustingly hot that I start the car before I get them in so that the AC can cool it a little bit. I shut the door, walk around to get in, and the door is locked. Both doors are locked and the boys are inside. It is 1 in the afternoon and 110 degrees outside. The car is on, and the AC is on, but my AC sucks until you have been driving like 10 minutes and then it feels like it is working. So I stop this lady walking by and ask her to stand by my car while I go and find someone in Costco that can maybe help. A manager comes out to the car with me and he calls the fire department. Meanwhile, Tate is totally oblivious to everything, and thinks that since he is alone in the car that this is the perfect opportunity to try and open all the food. Tanner is crying, and his cheeks are getting all red like he is hot. Periodically Tate will reach over and try and put Tanner's binky in his mouth like a dutiful brother. This goes on for what feels like FOREVER, and then two police cars and a fire engine come barreling down the way with their lights on. I see the police car and I get a little worried because I don't have Tate's car seat with me, it's in Chris' car. So Tate was just strapped into the seat belt. I'm thinking, "Great, I am going to get a ticket too." Two minutes later the door is open and it is actually cooler in there than I thought. So I take the boys out and kiss them all over their sweet red cheeks, and feel like a complete jerk. Looking back, I actually remember hitting the lock button when I was getting Tanner in the car. And no, I didn't get a ticket.
I told you. She's a super freak, super freak
She's super-freaky, yowSuper freak, super freak.