We have moved to a gated community with a gate code that my husband had to call several, several, several times to get a code that actually worked, unlike the other dozen. It took him a couple hours of calling, begging, ranting as my mom and I drove across the desert with the boys. But now we have a working gate code, which totally
helps to enter the neighborhood, except Evan doesn’t fully understand.
Evan: Mommy! Tinkerbell opened the gates for us again! Thank you, Tinkerbell! Look, Mommy! She’s flying next to us! Can she come home with us?
Me: If she wants to.