Thursday, 10 January 2013

Border Line Kidnapping

A little while ago, we took the boys to Washington State for some fun and cross-border shopping. Brian's brother and his family were with us, so we split our group into two vehicles. Kevin and his children had to leave, but we stayed to do some more shopping. Approximately two hours after Kevin left, Brian realized that he had left his and Everett's documents in the glove compartment of Kevin's car. FOR SHAME!!

We were not feeling very confident that we would just be able to roll back into Canada. How were we going to prove that we were not kidnapping a small child? We made a plan with Kevin to meet in case we needed the papers, but it wouldn't be for another 2 hours. It was getting late, stores were closing and the kids were getting cranky. We packed up the big brown van and headed for the long border line-up.

We figured we would try to get back, Kevin only lived 15 minutes away from the border crossing. We tried our best to not look like criminals as we pulled up to the window, hoping the guard would be in a very good mood. We explained our situation, I decided to keep my joking comments to myself. This was proving to be quite difficult as most of you know, I tend to use humour as a defence mechanism.

Brian very calmly explained his idiocy on this day, and offered to call up his brother if we needed to pull off to the side. We could wait there until Kevin came with the birth certificate, he explained in his most Captainly fashion. The border guard asked us if he could just have a word with Everett, who was sleeping soundly in his car seat. The poor guard had no idea what he was getting himself into when he opened Everett's door to try and have a chat with him.

We explained that Everett is very difficult to wake, the guard was very patient. He roused Everett from his peaceful dreams of his real-mom-from-Africa and swearing trees to ask him what we thought would be some simple questions.

"Hey buddy, what's your name?", asked the border guard.
Everett growled and turned his head.
This happened a couple more times.
Everett opened his eyes, so the guard asked him: "Hey little guy, is your name Everett?"

"NNNNNOOOOOO", yelled Everett, at which point Brian and I just laughed nervously.

"Is that your Dad. buddy?"

"I DON'T KNOW!!!" he screamed and turned his head away.

Brian and I were convinced that the car was about to be surrounded while they called Child Protective Services on us.

Luckily, our new border guard friend (and hero) had a sense of humour. He just shut the van door, laughed his head off and said:

"Well, you guys have got yourselves a great story to tell when he gets married, good luck with this one!"

He was totally laughing at our expense, we couldn't be happier about it!! We knew that could have gone in a very different direction.

"Thanks for not calling Child Services or throwing us in jail ", I replied.

Phewwww, that was some Border line (not borderline) kidnapping, get the pun now?


  1. Bahahaha!! Too bad you couldn't have got a pic with the guard and everette all passed out?! Now that would have been a framer!! ;)

    1. We would have, if the line hadn't been so long :)

  2. Holy Crap I laughed so hard I cried!! I miss Everett sooo much! And all of the Champoolliams.....NEVER a dull moment! Xoxo

    1. We miss you too, Stacey. More than you know....