You just never know what you'll do in the heat of the moment. Here's a story for you--I took my then sick, 2 year old son to the doc, in whose office he pitched a fit for nearly an hour. When I left, he was in his carseat no more than thirty seconds and was asleep. After his ordeal, I didn't want to wake him, but I had to get his perscription filled. So I left him and his four year old sister in the car to dash into the pharmacy and drop off the scrit. Bad call, I know--but this was the 80's and I was dumb. Still, I was gone all of about a minute. Dashed in, dropped off, dashed back out to find my car GONE.
Only it wasn't gone. It was rolling down the parking lot towards an extremely busy intersection where people were coming off an exit from a highway. Somehow, my sick, sleeping two year old got out of his car seat, into the front seat, and managed to take off the extremely complicated emergency break AND put the car into neutral.
In the back seat, my four year old opened the window and cried, "MOMMY" I shouted, "Get on the floor!" and chased after the car. I CHASED AFTER THE CAR! I managed to grasp the door handle as it was picking up speed, about 20 feet from the street, and I pulled that f**ker to a stop. Yes, I stopped a moving car with my brute strength just as the nose went into the intersection! Ha!
I yanked open the door, gathered my babies to my breast, and realized I'd lost my pants somewhere back in the parking lot. Yup--it was a sight to behold!
And can you believe there were actually people who thought it wise to honk their horns because my car was blocking traffic?? Yeah--don't mess with a mama when her babies are in danger.