We were on our way home after I picked Ben up at school today and suddenly he decided to open his car door. While I was moving. We had another 20 minutes or so of driving and are just about to get on the highway when I realize that I do not know how to engage the childproof locks on the doors. It's dark out by now so fishing for the car manual and searching for the instructions doesn't seem like a good option. So I do what I always do when I panic about not knowing how to do something. I call Josh.Unfortunately this is one of the rare times that he is as clueless as I am. If we were responsible parents we would have investigated this months ago so that we were prepared. Hell I didn't even know Ben could open the door much less unlock it and THEN open it. Josh does think that the switch is on the inside of the car door jam. WHAT?! You mean I have to get OUT OF THE CAR to do this?! What moron came up with this plan? Something tells me it wasn't a mom. So I pull the car over to the side of the road looking for a street lamp to make it easier to see. But who am I kidding? This is Austin. No street lamps here. I pull the manual out of the glove compartment and out tumbles more junk than you'd find at a thrift store. I find the instructions and yes the switch is indeed on the inside of the door. So I get out of the car and activate the switch on the door and Ben says, "What are you doing mommy?" to which I replied, "Spoiling your fun for the first of a long line of times to come."