Diary of a Mad Dance Mom--when your keys are accidentally locked in your car, your child's big dance recital is 30 minutes away, her shoes and tutu are locked in the car, a locksmith is 45 minutes and $100 away, and you are at a friend's Star Wars birthday party, you do the only natural thing--may the force be with you-- I didn't ask for a light saber--just a hammer and safety glasses--a window was going down. I decided on the smallest one --and broke in my own car. We made it to the recital on time. Amy is with her friends. She was precious but a little stressed!