My mom always paid close attention to my brother and his whereabouts because he usually wasn't where he was supposed to be. I don't know what happened, but I think she must have been distracted because after we all (or so we thought) got in the car and my dad started pulling away, I felt an emptiness in the seat next to me. I looked over to see my brother, white knuckled, holding onto the seat of the car and the car door, legs moving so fast they looked like Flinstone feet!!! His eyes were huge and I could see the fear on his face. I wanted to tell my dad to stop, that Greg was not in the car and that he was running as fast as he could, holding on for dear life! All I could do was... LAUGH!!!!
I tapped my sister, who finally yelled, "DADDY!!!!! GREG IS NOT IN THE CAR!!!! STOP!!!!!!" Thank goodness for my sister and her cool head! My dad stopped the car. My mom jumped out of the car, swooped Greg into her arms and our baby boy was safe. :)
My baby brother Greg and my daughter Emma