This is my brother Jamie just after he tied the knot. Aren’t he and Yago looking sharp? It was a great wedding weekend with plenty of food, drink and good company. And of course, a Yago adventure.
See the car keys? See the look of intense planning?
“How can I get myself some alone time to drive that BIG RED TRUCK? hhhmmmm”.
Not long after this photo was taken, Yago ended up in Jamie’s truck, the BIG RED TRUCK, merrily pushing all the buttons and knobs. With all the festivities I didn’t really notice that he was holding Jamie’s truck keys as well. Nor did I pay much attention when the truck door was closed to accommodate a passing car. However, I quickly snapped-to when I heard an ominous, CLICK.
Yago had inserted the keys in the ignition. Then, he locked all the doors and windows. So there he was pretending to drive that big red truck and nobody could stop him. Best day of his life. One more turn of the key and he would have been cruising down to the Tim Horton’s drive thru.
Soon a crowd gathered around the truck. Yago, oblivious to the state of diarrhea that Rogelio and I were in, was putting on a show for his audience.
Uncle Jamie was shouting directions from the other side of the glass. “Push the button, no, not that one, the next one., No, not that one….
Yago played it up for the crowd.
“You want me to push that one?” Finger dangling over top. “PSYCH!”
Then he’d fiddle with the wipers for a while and flash a big smile before continuing to taunt his mother.
“That one you say, that black button there? “PSYCH.”
That went on for what seemed like hours but was probably five minutes before another gut-wrenching CLICK sounded. The crowd cheered, Yago took a bow, and we went off to change a stinky diaper.
So, Happy Birthday Uncle Jamie and thanks for talking my kid out of your truck. It beat breaking the window or explaining the situation to an expensive locksmith.