Learning Experience

What my kids learned today:

1) That blinking red light means the engine is almost totally out of oil.

2) When stopping at a gas station to buy oil, always ask the cashier for a free paper funnel.

3) When carrying several oil bottles and a free paper funnel on a windy day, hold on tightly.

4) When the free paper funnel goes blowing across the parking lot and into the street, always send your son back inside to get another one so you don’t have to admit you dropped the first one.

5) After removing the engine oil cap, be careful to set it in a safe place. Never place it on the engine block.

6) When the oil cap slides off the engine block and down into the guts of the engine compartment, Daddy will say bad words.

7) It is very hard to dislodge an oil cap from the guts of an engine compartment, even with a very large Viking jumping up and down on the front bumper.

8) The residents of small Midwestern towns are not accustomed to seeing very large Vikings jumping up and down on bumpers.

9) In emergencies, you can jam a wad of paper towels into the oil cap hole and drive three blocks to Autozone.

10) A replacement oil cap costs $8.89, plus tax and a good bit of your pride.

Architecture Tips

Me: “OK, kids, we’re trying a new restaurant tonight.”

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I don’t like it.”

Me: “You don’t even know which restaurant yet.”

LMT: “I already know enough restaurants.”

Me: “Give it a chance. It’s an old school restaurant with solid comfort food. Look, here, we’re pulling up. Isn’t that a cool looking older building?”

Danger Monkey, age 10: “It would look a lot cooler if they had a Medieval Ballista mounted to the roof.”

Me: (long pause)

Me: “I can’t argue with that.”

Career Coach

My Oldest, age 15: “I’ve decided I want to have my own business when I grow up.”

Me: “That’s a great goal. Why are you driving so slowly here? It’s 55. You can go faster.”

Oldest: “I’m not sure what type of business yet.”

Me: “There’s plenty of time to choose an area of expertise. Careful… Careful… The road gets really narrow up ahead.”

Oldest: “Maybe I’ll go to business school.”

Me: “Watch out for that guy in that little red car… OH NICE TURN SIGNAL JERK FACE!!!”

Oldest: “Are you OK? You’re not even the one driving.”

Me: “Whatever. You know, I’ve always dreamed of owning my own business.”

Oldest: “Really?”

Me: “Maybe I’ll open a driving school for all these bad drivers.”

Oldest: “I… uh… I don’t think that’s suited to your skillset.”