I am the laid back parent.
The one who lets things slide.
The fun parent.
The one who lets the kids pick out their own hideous outfits and lets them wear them in public. The one who raps Flo-rida in the grocery store to embarrass her kids. And sings Andrea Bocelli at the top of her lungs while dropping the oldest off at school.
She loves when I do that…
Fifth graders don’t appreciate opera.
My husband is the disciplinarian.
He makes the kids tow the line. Makes them dress appropriately.
The one who is always saying to me, “Why did you let them do that?”
So it ’twas with much delight that my husband made a bone headed move. A move that required sirens. And hot firemen. And lots of hysterical laughing from me.
While at the beach, my “I was on the National Problem Solving Team” husband decided we should take the girls out for a ride. We dressed appropriately and packed all necessary items (cause he’s anal like that) and took off.
First stop, the condo elevator.
Once inside, he got the bright idea to start jumping. In the elevator. With me and the kids.
Duh.
And then it stopped….in between floors.
Big Duh.
And the doors wouldn’t open and he had to push this little red button.
Super Duh.
And the firemen of the Gulf Shores Fire Department had to come rescue us…
in…
a…
FIRETRUCK.
Super Duper Duh.
And as the nice fireman were getting us out, my eleven year old says to Rico…
“You’re not supposed to jump in elevators. They’ll get stuck.”
Gas to Gulf Shores: $200
Blackberry with camera to capture the evidence: $400
Having your husband finally make a stupid parent move: PRICELESS!
DeepKickGirl said,
December 7, 2009 at 2:09 am:
That is classic! Love it!
Best of all it proves that jumping in the lift really does break it (as I have always told the kids). Maybe I should be encouraging the kids to do it in the lift in our building, if it means the firemen turning up.
Becky said,
December 7, 2009 at 7:28 am:
Hahahaha! I must read this to my husband. Maybe it’ll convince him to STOP JUMPING IN THE ELEVATOR!!!
Stina said,
December 7, 2009 at 7:45 am:
great post. i didn’t know that about the elevator. that must have been scary. i have issues with confined spaces. at least you got to see some yummy firemen. 2 reasons to celebrate, the firemen and Rico being a dumbass. awesome. love that your daughter called him out. take care.
Farmchick said,
December 7, 2009 at 7:20 pm:
Funny…. he was all “Mr. Businnesman” this afternoon while I was signing checks….HAHAHAHAHA!!!
AiredaleGirl said,
December 8, 2009 at 5:29 pm:
Look at it this way: at least he didn’t decide to try this in any of the elevators at U.K. – I once scared the crap out of a fellow grad student while sitting in the history department computer lab on the 17th floor of Patterson Office Tower. She heard this ***squeeeal*** ***ratchety,ratchety*** ***BOOM*** and asks me, “WHAT WAS THAT?” Without looking up, I responded, “Oh, they’re just crash-testing the elevators again.” She walked seventeen flights of stairs four times a day for the next two years.
Did I mention that I hate elevators?
hotpants™ said,
December 9, 2009 at 12:13 pm:
This is one lovely story. Thank God for firemen.
pissy said,
December 9, 2009 at 6:23 pm:
Oh my!!!
He’ll NEVER live this one down. LOL
Melody said,
December 12, 2009 at 2:34 am:
It must be a guy thing. We’re over in Orange Beach and one of ours was broke. As soon as it got fixed, what does my husband do? Jumps up and down to test it of course.
So far it hasn’t stuck on us thankfully.