It was a weeknight, and as usual we were cramming many obligations into one evening. My husband and older son were off at football/basketball/baseball/something involving a ball. I had my teen daughter (the dancer) and the small , squishy one. As we rushed from one obligation to the next, we stopped in for dinner at my favorite *cough* pizza parlor, where a fundraiser was being held for my daughter’s high school dance team. It was a very well-attended fundraiser with crowds of people, and as usual Lucas immediately disappeared into the arcade area.
We ate some pizza, socialized a bit, and I may or may not have had a beer. Suddenly Hannah appeared looking panicked. “We have to go! I’m going to be late for my dance class!” I said some quick goodbyes and we headed out to dance.
A few minutes down the road, as we turned into the dance studio, I realized I LEFT LUCAS AT THE PIZZA PARLOR PLAYING IN THE ARCADE.
One illegal u-turn later we were driving back to the pizza parlor very quickly….
Best. Mom. Ever.