Daddy, pull my finger!
Pulling the finger would not result in a toot on this particular occasion though I suspect a toot would have been more enjoyable for all involved.
Robin was stuck. In the red coin-operated car in front of the Dollar Tree store.
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Finger-trapping car
What began with a Memorial Day morning donut fetch and trip to Ace Hardware for dad and tot became…
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*Violins screeching* …an entrapment!
Robin hopped in the car and checked to see if there were any buttons he could press on the dash or center column. He loves buttons. And he stuck his right finger in one of these holes:
Who drilled those holes there? Clearly they’re an after-market enhancement, but what are they for? To let rain drain out maybe?
Daddy, I’m stuck.
Ivan lightly wiggled Robin’s finger from the top of the hole for a few minutes, then knelt down to where he could manipulate it from the underside of the hole.
From that vantage point he was horrified to see the OTHER finger poke through.
Daddy, my other finger’s stuck!
@#$*!
While Robin cranked up the cry machine, Ivan dashed into the Dollar Store. Do you have any baby oil, mineral oil, liquid soap…cooking oil, perhaps? My son is outside with his fingers stuck in a drain.
The price of freedom
With a gentle twisting motion and a little oil both fingers were freed. Whew!
Those donuts tasted all the sweeter for knowing what my boys had been through.
Such drama! Glad EMS was not involved!
me too for realz.