This memory...

I walked out into my garage earlier today and this wonderful memory flooded my brain......

The boys were about 4/5 or 5/6.  Apparently, Rod had been out of town and since I was the only adult in the house, I had locked the door between the garage and the house.  You know, for safety.  The next day, the boys were ensconced in front of the tv and I scurried about the house doing chores.  At some point, running garbage or recycling out to the garage, the door shut behind me.  Well, I was now locked out of the house with my two little guys inside alone.  I opened the big garage door, went to the front door and rang the bell. No response.  I pounded on the door, no response.  Back in the garage, I pounded on the wall shared by the garage and the family room (where the boys were).  Again, no response.  I was starting to get a wee bit concerned.  Keep in mind, this was before the days of the ubiquitous cell phone.  Hmmm, what was I going to do.  It occurred to me the reason the boys weren't paying attention was because they were completely mesmerized by the television.  Well, what is on the wall of my garage but the breaker box.  Opening it up, I read the labels. Sure enough, one marked Family Room.  Off it went.  As if on cue, I hear, "What happened?" "Oh, no" "MOM!!!!!"  Pitter patter of little feet looking for me, the garage door opens.  I flipped the switch back to on, unlock the door and go about my day......

Necessity is the "Mother" of invention.