Abby spent Monday night at my mom's house, and I thought it went off without a hitch, but alas what happens at Grammy's stays at Grammy's.
From what I have been able to piece together, Abby didn't want to accompany my mom down to the parking lot to get her purse so my mom left her alone in her apartment while she ran downstairs. I guess Abby saw a spider on her balcony (yes, my daughter was playing completely unsupervised on my mom's BALCONY) and kind of freaked out so she walked out of my mom's apartment and hopped on the elevator to the basement parking garage. The problem was that my mom had gone to the outdoor lot, and Abby had gone to the garage which once you go to you can't get back on the elevator without the "magic key". So apparently some lady found Abby in the garage and took her to the doorman who knew her and took her to my mom who was talking to her neighbor in the hallway.
Now I am not sure what kind of time frame this all fit in, was it an hour? 20 minutes? 5 minutes? Who knows? I guess one of the bigger issues here (besides the obvious) is that Abby never mentioned this. Even after my mom told us about it (finally) and I asked Abby about it she really had nothing to say about it. IS that weird?
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you know, when i was a little kid, i didn't like to talk about things that scared me. i didn't tell my parents that my arm hurt for an entire day because of this...i guess my main coping strategy was avoidance. not saying abby's doing this, but that's what i did...
glad she's okay!
So what made your mom finally spill the beans?
Oh and I posted a response to your comment with a Book Seven Spoiler for your very brief reading pleasure. :-)
uhm..yeah, so that didn't make much sense...my arm was actually broken and i could barely move it, that's why it scared me.
wow i have to stop commenting at the butt crack of dawn! (or get my kid to sleep in alittle)
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