In response to the query if she had ever run out of gas, she shared a much more entertaining story about a very busy morning when she took her son Brooklyn to school, except, well, without her son.
“So I jump in my Range Rover, put the car seat in, put my iPod on—obviously very important—and I drive to school. And then I realize, I’d left Brooklyn in the kitchen. I was driving along, talking away, and all the sudden, I looked at the front seat, and I was like, “Shit! Shit! I’ve forgot something!”
I can’t tell you how many times I have gotten everyone locked and loaded in the minivan and I’ll be driving down the road wondering why it’s so quiet and I’ll swing my head around to make sure I have all three children.
So far I’ve been quite lucky; the silence has been attributed to sleepy kids or interesting flowers outside the windows. But there is that primal fear of forgetting a child somewhere along the line and it creeps up and surprises me all the time.
It’s like poor Robert Barone on the old TV show, Raymond. Whenever Robert would feel like the unloved, unimportant brother he would remind everyone of the time his parents left him at a gas station on vacation. And to top things off, it was quite a few miles before they noticed their error.
At least Beckham was right down the street…
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