Filled up the car with gas.

Headed home on-time.

Waived to the neighbor kid playing in his front yard.

Pulled into the driveway.

Spotted our dog looking out the window and waiting to welcome me home.

Turned off the car.

Exit the car door.

– Enter nagging feeling –

– Something was wrong –

–  Off –

– Not right –

– Too quiet –

– And glancing in the backseat, nothing –

Appears as if picking up the kids was a critical step in making the drive home a success.  Oops.

At least no one needs to know, at least until they read this.  Oops.  Oops.  #DoubleDadFail