It happened again. I got into the wrong vehicle. Dang those mini-van’s, they ALL look identical. In the past, I’ve gone so far as to sit inside someone else’s van, and struggle to turn the key in the ignition. Instead of thinking, “hey, the key doesn’t work, this isn’t my car“, I’m thinking, “gosh, it smells funny in here…did I wear cologne this morning?”
This time it happened in the school parking lot. I opened the sliding door, threw Riley’s backpack inside, then told them to climb in. Lucy and Riley both got inside, meanwhile, I was being called (by my maiden name) from across the parking lot. Some old family friends happened to be there picking up their grandchild. I no sooner said, ‘hello’ when both of my kids started shouting at me, “MOMMY, you put us in someone else’s van!!”. So now, not only do I have old friends watching this debacle, but I’m pretty sure the rightful owner of that van is heading towards us. I quickly slam the sliding door shut (hello, don’t they lock their doors?), and hustle the kids to the correct town&country, 3 spaces down. You know…when we purchased our new van last year, we chose the color ‘blackberry pearl’…and thought, ‘wow, we are so original, we will be the only people with this beautiful navy blue color’…turns out, once the showroom lights aren’t glaring on it, it pretty much looks like all the other dark blue/dark grey/black/dark green mini vans out there. Go figure.
Korey is constantly horrified by the fact that I mistake our vehicle all. the. time. I estimate that I try and unlock the wrong van at least once every 2 weeks. Sometimes more. Is it a female thing? Where is my mind at that I can not identify our $20,000 purchase? Perhaps some giant fuzzy dice or a dashboard hula girl would trigger my instincts…something big and obvious that says, “Kelly, you have arrived at the correct destination.” Makes me wonder…how often have strangers unknowingly sat in MY van?
Allrighty, we are still in October on the blog…this family session was so fun~their mom is a fellow photographer…I love when photographers book me…for one thing the families are always dressed fabulously…for another, they are used to having camera’s shoved in their face
Something about this next picture that I just love…
And this is when you know you’re done…ever single person makes me laugh in this last shot.