I was four, my brother was three and my Mom had just given birth to our new brother. Grandma and Grandpa were visiting us from another state, in our new house, where we had just moved so my Dad could start his new job.......his first after college graduation!
My doting grandparents LOVED to take rides in the car, so with a crew like that, a car ride was probably the easiest type of recreation we could pull off. We all piled in the car, waiting to take off, when my mother cried out, “Oh my God, we’ve forgotten the baby”..........
That was a good stick which my brother and I twisted regularly on my little brother over the years..............”we went for a ride and almost forgot you”................
How could a Mom forget her baby?????............no Mom wants to admit how easy it is....................
>>>no Mom wants to admit how easy it is....................
Bullpucky
Yes, the forgetting does happen. Now, I still count my children twice and am always certain I forgot one, even when they are all there.