Mr. Sarge and his stunt double

I had to get my oil changed today. I was quoted an hour. It took over 2. Shouldn't they have bumped me to the front of the line the first time they saw me chasing Caleb out of their offices? No? Ok, well, no complaining about a 2 year old shrieking with delight as his mom chases him around your work space.

****Excuse me. This post was just interrupted by a need for my child to dance with me and then play a little game of hide and seek....a game where he tells me exactly where to hide and, without him even moving an inch away from that space, "finds" me. Ok, back to my last thought......****

Thankfully, I had taken lots of treats and toys to the car dealership with me. I even took the stroller in with me...not that Caleb was ever going to sit in it, but at least I didn't have to carry all the "please be good treats". I did manage to pin him down long enough to strap him in and walk over to the mall for a few minutes. He was not happy about that either. He was ready to get back to the car dealership and run around. I figured once we got back from the mall, my car would be closer to being ready. Nope. In fact, it was still in the holding area. Aargh!!

I literally chased Caleb around the whole dealership, pushing my stroller everywhere we went. He stopped to say "Hiiiiii" to everyone he saw and if they spoke back he talked to them even more. I wasn't sure what he said most of the time. He really wanted to go outside really bad and when he saw an opening, he ran for it. Only it wasn't an opening....it was a glass window and he ran smack into it. Poor thing wasn't sure what to think. He hugged me tightly and never cried. I think he was a little stunned. He had a big red mark on his forehead, but after a minute, he was back to running around. He loved looking at the cars and we even got in a few and I let him play with the steering wheel. He hasn't discovered the horn yet, thank goodness. That could have been amusing. ***oops, another dance break**** I got a ball out for him to play with and of course, he threw it at the cars. Thank goodness it was a soft, squishy ball.

There is an older, black man that drives the courtesy shuttle that works there named Mr. Sarge. He is a very sweet man that I have known for about 5 years. He always comes up to talk to me and comments about how big Caleb has gotten (he only sees him every 3 months or 3000 miles). We were in the lounge area and Caleb had already found a younger guy to throw the ball to him--poor guy just watching tv minding his own business gets stuck in a game of catch. Caleb misses the ball and Mr. Sarge picked it up and threw it to him. So now Mr. Sarge is stuck playing ball as well. Mr. Sarge tried to walk away but Caleb caught him and went over to him and grabbed his hand and pulled him back to play. This happened a couple of times and Mr. Sarge got sneaky and left when Caleb wasn't looking. Caleb turned around and said "where'd he go? where'd he go?". Then he went around the corner and found him, grabbed his hand, and made him come back to play ball. Only this time it wasn't Mr. Sarge. It was a different older, black man in the same uniform. Caleb never knew the difference. He thought he was still playing with Mr. Sarge.