"Can I See Your License, Sir?"

So I picked up Lance from school on Tuesday, with all the other kids in tow, of course. I opened the driver's side sliding door to put Lacey in, but she didn't want to get in so I went to the other side to put baby Lia in her seat (she was in my arms). As I lifted the baby to put her in, I the car was moving backward. "Why is the car moving?" I thought to myself. I looked at the driver's seat and saw my three year old standing there having just put the key in the ignition and pulled the gear shift. The car was at just enough of an incline that it rolled backward across the aisle of the parking lot, took out the tail light of another car, and hopped the curb into a rock.

SCARY! Luke was crying and I was shaking and people who witnessed it kept coming over to ask if everything was okay. Poor Luke: he knew he had done a bad, bad thing. I put him in his booster seat and said to myself out loud, "Do I have to call the police?" He started screaming, "No don't call the police! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" So I gave him a hug and told him he wasn't in trouble. When the officer showed up he didn't quite know how to write that up. He couldn't really give anybody a ticket since nobody was really driving. He did ask Luke if he could see his license, which put Luke into hysterics again. We're just lucky that no one was hurt and that we have a good insurance company.