This was Baby A's special day, although she wasn't with us to enjoy it. We headed off to visit her birthplace. We got to see plenty of coffee trees and fruit stands along the way.
After arriving in D----, we stopped for donuts and juice. Seriously, if I ever get my kidlettes to eat anything remotely healthy after this trip, it will be a freakin' miracle. If anyone knows a good kidlette detox, feel free to share. Okay, I jest...mostly. :)
We got back in the car to see if we could track down the care center where Baby A lived for a bit.
And that's when it happened.
Now, I contemplated having a contest, where I would invite people to take guesses, but I don't think anyone, in a million years, would be able to figure out what happened next.
Brace yourselves, folks.
Sisaye is, well, two. And she's really, really good at it. She had been messing with our driver's console quite a bit, and we kept telling her to knock it off. Just as we were driving rather quickly down the street, she flipped up the lid again, and then pushed it back down at our (rather stern) request. Only this time, that action had a rather unintended consequence. You see, unbeknownst to us, there happened to be an aerosol can in that console, at just the right angle that when Sisaye pushed down the lid, it depressed the button and sprayed our driver...right in the face. Twice. Now this would have been bad enough...
even if it hadn't been pepper spray.
I kid you not.
Thank God our driver was able to pull the car over safely. It honestly took us a couple of seconds to realize what was happening. Even when Dinkeneh started screaming and clawing at his face, I didn't get it. Then it hit me, and holy hell. Even better, the child safety locks were activated, so while our driver was able to escape the car (he literally fell into the street and started retching), the four of us were stuck in the back seat inhaling pepper spray. I went berserk, screaming and banging at the window. I have no recollection of who finally opened our door, I just remember being doubled over spitting in the street, trying to hold up Sisaye, who was screaming, “Mama! It hurts!!!”
To say we attracted a crowd is the world's biggest understatement.
We eventually got some water and were able to wash our faces and rinse out our mouths, but Dinkeneh's pitiful whimper, “I want to go back to the guest house,” well, that pretty much summed up everyone's feelings. We gave up on finding Baby A's care center and headed back to Awassa. We treated our driver to dinner at a nice restaurant (the least we could do, and we did still need him to drive us back to Addis). When Chris and I were finally alone in the hotel room, we looked at each other and just rolled with laughter. I mean, seriously, when something like that happens, what else can you do?
And that was, quite thankfully, the end of June 20.