Ok, so I'm really kicking myself that I don't have a picture to post with this because it was absolutely priceless! At least I can share the story :) Saturday evening Cameron and I brought Sophee down to Southern California to visit family and attend a wedding. On Cameron's very first fathers day we were riding with his grandparents to the beach to meet up with some family for a nice peaceful dinner. However, along the way we picked up a nasty bolt in the front right tire which turned into a pretty nasty blow out of the tire. Did I mention we were in the middle of the freeway, on one of the busiest freeways in America, during rush hour? Yep! And that is exactly where we stayed until two police cares came (one to shut down part of the freeway) and a flat bet tow truck. Where are we going to ride while the truck is being lifted I wondered? It wasn't long after that thought that we were in that back of the cop cars looking like convicts as hundreds of people drove by and stared. I bet they wondered what we could have possibly done to be thrown in the back of cop cars with a baby in a carseat? Thankfully those nice police officers drove us to safety, without any seat belts, not even Sophee, how ironic! Well needless to say, we never made that dinner at the beach!
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