Hold My Baby While I Jump

I am not one for breaking and entering, but last night was was one of breaking and exiting. My brother came in town for a short visit, so I decided to take him to Logan's, the wonderful nursery downtown. We arrived at 5:36 pm and the gate on the annual side of the store was closed, the front doors didn't have any action, but the gate on the perennial side was still open. Andy suggested maybe it was still open (neither of us bothered to read the hours on the door) so we parked and walked on in and spent our time casually browsing through herbs, pots and late season veggie plantings. We didn't see a single person, and soon realized the doors on the back were padlocked. As we rounded our way back to the gate, we realized we were locked inside!

To paint a better picture of just how funny this was, I was wearing a bikini, a wet tank top and a beach towel around my waist. Daniel was wearing a long sleeve t-shirt and a diaper. Andy was in a bathing suit and t-shirt. None of us had a cell phone. The fence and gate were 8 ft high with spikes on top. There are fancy coffee shops and restaurants with women dressed in strappy sandals and oversized shades sauntering to their expensive cars.

Fortunately Logan's excels in outdoor seating displays, and up near the brick post at the gate there were some tall stools. Andy pulled up a stool and had me climb up on top of the column and leap town, towel a-flying, bikini a-showing, landing with a thud in my flip flops when he then passed Daniel over-top. He moved the stool back to the display and climbed the post (he is a rock climber and pole vaulter and laughed at my ninny-bagging fear of jumping down) before he too was free on the other side.

We went back this morning, and I promise we were getting sideways glances. Was there a video? Did they recognize the three escape artists? Was it just that Daniel was walking around barefoot and dragging his blanket on the dirty pavement? Perhaps.