Wonderful Wife: “Let’s start our road trip with some fun car songs.”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “WHEELS ON THE BUS GO POOP-POOP-POOP!”
WW: “Nevermind. We’ll listen to the radio.”
Wonderful Wife: “Let’s start our road trip with some fun car songs.”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “WHEELS ON THE BUS GO POOP-POOP-POOP!”
WW: “Nevermind. We’ll listen to the radio.”
Tonight’s installment in the oldest daughter’s musical education: Van Halen, Run DMC, Sly and Family Stone, and Prince. And I must be doing something right because she used her money to buy her own copy of Back in Black. Must be dusty in here.
Me: “OK, buckle up so we can go home.”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “You can’t make me.”
Me: “Pardon me?”
LMT: “You can’t make me do it – if I’m already doing it.”
Me: “I guess that’s true.”
LMT: “I do things on my own.”
Me: “Yes… Yes you do.”