Wrong car

I almost got into the wrong car yesterday when I was out. We were at the Dollar Store, my go-to place for all things "party" (Zac's party is today--I will have an update later about that). Blane, of course was with me, and as we approached the car he started saying, "No. No. No. NO. NO. NO! NO! NO!" By the time I tried to unlock the door, he was hopping up and down and on his way to a fit. I looked up and--sure enough! It was the wrong van. I should learn to trust my auto-smart son.