Happy Firday the 13th

So it wasn't scary, but it was an unlucky nightmare! Today after going to the post office, while I was buckling Emma and Alan into their car seats, Logan stole my keys. I didn't really realize it until I closed the van door and heard it lock. That's right, the little stinker stole my keys, pushed the lock button on the remote, and locked the door just before I could open my door. So there I am outside the post office, locked out, with all three kids buckled into their car seats. At first I hoped that Logan would just press the unlock button, but instead he dropped the keys to the floor. Then I told Emma that I needed her to undo her seat belt and come unlock the door, but she couldn't. So after a few moment I called the police and about 20 minutes later a very nice officer came and after a few tries was able to unlock my van. Emma and Alan had fun eating all the candy Emma had just brought home from her school party, even though I told them not to (I guess I am not very scary from the other side of the glass). And I guess if you look on the bright side, it was a beautiful day outside, the van wasn't running, I didn't have to pay anything, and I know my van is not easy to break into, and once you do break into it the alarm dosen't turn off easily.