For Father's Day the girls and I put together a photobook for Duane. Some of the pictures he had seen before, but some of them he hadn't. We snuck out to the park and to their schools and even to his work. It was a Saturday, the one when we had gone to the mall. While we were at his work taking pictures we locked the keys in the car. Out in the middle of nowhere, keys and phones on the front seats. We certainly couldn't call Duane and tell him where we were. That would have compromised the mission!
Luckily the security guard came out to tell us that we couldn't take pictures. He reluctantly (!) let us use the phone to call the locksmith.