tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831762975479342673.post1517317519867897350..comments2023-05-17T04:41:02.880-07:00Comments on Ways of Wendy: Well, That's A FirstWendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05703504627514627187noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831762975479342673.post-70017738113518168172010-07-21T14:15:50.867-07:002010-07-21T14:15:50.867-07:00Oh no! Poor Amelia! One time, when I was a teena...Oh no! Poor Amelia! One time, when I was a teenager, my dad had been painting the bathroom so the doorknobs were off. He told us how to open the door with the screwdriver. I went into the bathroom and closed the door and then for the life of me, I could not get it opened again. I was banging on the door, stomping my feet, anything so someone would hear me. Then I decided to play Hansel & Gretel & I tossed little bits of tissue out of the doorknob hole just in case someone would see it and come to help me. Eventually my dad heard me stomping on the floor and rescued me. It was very traumatic, and I was much older than Amelia! She should get extra ice cream tonight! And I should get extra just for having to think about that again!!Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08222717266527397554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831762975479342673.post-49207851458635880912010-07-21T10:04:39.938-07:002010-07-21T10:04:39.938-07:00Isn't it great that you can still call your pa...Isn't it great that you can still call your parents in a pinch and they won't be all, "You're a grown up. Figure it out yourself." A few months ago my car wouldn't start and I instantly called my dad, even though I knew there wasn't much he could do. It helped.rachelsayssohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08053263932484618552noreply@blogger.com