We went to a family reunion in Park City when Porter was 2, Jacob was 1 and I was pregnant with Riley. The condos we stayed at had three stories with two elevators side by side. As a family we rode up to our room. Porter decided to be funny and ran back into the elevator as we walked to the room. Picture in your mind the following scenario (of course in slow motion as a panicking mother tries to save her child) bratty little kid laughing in a hysterical maniacal way as he thinks he is getting the better of his mom. The door closes within an inch of my reaching hand.
Shortly thereafter the elevator starts to go down and the laugh turns to a questioning sound. I quickly run down the stairs to meet the elevator. I get to the bottom but his elevator stopped on the middle floor and he got off and went into the other elevator. He went up but Adam wasn't there because Adam had seen the first elevator door open without Porter and got in to search for him. It was like a scene out of the Three Stooges! By now you could hear Porter frantically asking where we were. This continued for quite a while with both of us yelling (one down the elevator shaft and one up) for him to stay put. At this point he was screaming and crying for us to find him.
Eventually a sweet little old lady happened along, took him by the hand and had him stay put till I got to the floor he was on. One of many ups and downs being a parent.
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