It's a pretty well known fact that I was not the easiest child for my parents to raise. I also have a reputation of being a bit of a spazzy mistake maker. For example, car care. Not so much with the parking skills, making right turns without driving over the curb, every single time, not checking the oil (that's a whole other story) and so on.
So about 8 years ago when Hailey was a baby, the girls and I came up to go to my brother's college graduation in Moscow. My Dad and I drove down in his Honda. I, of course left the lights on in the parking lot and killed the battery. We got the car jumped and all that, but apparently Honda's have an anti-theft feature that requires you to enter a special code after the stereo has been detached from battery power. Seems as how he bought a used Honda, he didn't have the magic code and drove around with no stereo for 6 years until he finally broke down and paid the dealership guys 50 bucks to find it.
Here we are, years later, and I have more little monsters and my own used Honda. Needless to say my own charming children left a light on and killed my battery. It caused some mayhem getting to church yesterday, but no biggie. Imagine my surprise when I hopped in my car today, and my stereo kept flashing "code". At first I was thinking "that's strange" but then I made the connection. My kids had done to me the exact thing I'd done to my Dad's car! The horror! The irony! I of course called my Dad right off, knowing that hearing that the exact same thing has happened to me would just make his day. I'm sure I've painted a picture in his mind of the gloriousness of my kids doing to me all that I did to them. As Dave said paybacks a "B"