Firemen: True Heroes

So, today I did a very stupid, potentially life-threatening thing. I took Lincoln to Target, and when we came out to the car, I put him in his seat, put my bag in, then shut the door and went around to the driver's side, only to discover that the door was locked. Ah-oh. I went back around to check the passenger's side door. Locked! I must have, out of habit, reached over and locked the passenger door after I'd put Lincoln in. My keys were sitting on the seat. I wasn't sure what to do, I didn't want to walk away from the car and just leave my baby in there. But I also knew that I needed to get him out pretty quick before it got too hot inside the car. I called Aaron. He was going to see if he could borrow a car from a guy at work, and hurry over with his key. Luckily as we were discussing this plan, I noticed that there was a fire truck sitting in the parking lot a few cars down and a row over from where I was parked. And, even better, there was a fireman in it. I walked over and asked if he could open my car door. This kind of thing must happen a lot (which doesn't make me feel any better about it, by the way) because he had a form and everything that I had to sign, giving him permission to break into my car. All in all, Lincoln only ended up being locked in the car for about 5 minutes total, but that was still way too long for me. He was sweating a little, but otherwise healthy and happy. I guess I need to invest in one of those hide-a-keys to stick on my car somewhere. I mean what if the fireman hadn't been there? Or if it had been a lot hotter today than it was? Or if I still lived in Phoenix? Yikes! Let's not go there, and just be thankful for firemen and all the many various things they do to keep us all safe.