After a very long appointment the other day for Sam's ears, I finally get the kids loaded in the car. Somewhere between exiting the doctor's office and getting on the elevator in the parking garage, I had to get Sam off the floor in a fabulous meltdown that told me how he really felt about the day. Meanwhile, Vivi was in the Baby Bjorn sling happily munching on the parking ticket I had just validated. By the time I realized, she had gummed one corner pretty well.
Unfortunately it was the kind you had to slide into the machine to exit the garage. Even more unfortunately, the machine didn't like the chewed up parking ticket and jammed. Just to be clear, the screen flashed "Jam" at me several times, while the arm guarding the exit stayed firmly in place.
The attendant who was supposed to be monitoring the machines didn't notice me yelling, "excuse me," out the window for a few minutes, until the line of cars backed up the ramp and he came over. He opened the machine and gave me a look of disdain when he found the chewed up ticket. I tried to apologize and explain it was the baby-
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