A Typical Exchange
The Lauck family is driving in the car. The husband is driving, Jenny is riding shotgun, and all three kids are in the backseat. The van has a dead battery - which could be because we just had it detailed. Perhaps it derived some terrifying strength from the mung that was crusted into the floormats? I'll never know. But instead of jumping the van and joy-riding around town, we opted to cram the family into the Acura.
My youngest: Daddy! I'm so hot! We've got to get home before I burst into flames!
Me, aside to the husband: Drama, much?
Hubs: Oh noes. Are you approaching the ignition point?
My son: Tee Hee! poking at my oldest
My oldest: YOUR SON is approaching the ignition point...of MY WRATH.
End scene.
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Comments
LOL!
Posted by: Maria | August 2, 2008 7:22 PM
I can just feel the love!
Posted by: Mozi Esme's Mommy | August 3, 2008 7:45 AM
Don't you just love it when the kiddos learn to share the snark? My kids have done similar things recently and I just hope to survive all such experiences.
Posted by: JenniferB | August 3, 2008 10:57 AM
That is so funny. I love it!
Posted by: Jenn | August 5, 2008 3:13 PM
The kids in the backseat—priceless, never thought it could be funny. Until the other day Mindy and I went to the movies...
Get yourself to the movie Step Brothers, it made us both laugh inexcusably outloud throughout! Not for the kids or faint of heart—which you are not.
—IrascibleChef
Posted by: IrascibleChef | August 9, 2008 11:37 AM