Road Trippy

Today I learned two handy parenting phrases: “We don’t use bungee cords as weapons” and “No head kicking in the car. Or anywhere, actually.”

Dirty Food

Little Miss Thing, age 5: “My favorite food is peanut butter. I get to say pee and butt. See… PEE-nut BUTT-er.”

Me: “Yes, I’m very proud.”

Me, flipping through radio stations in the car.

My Oldest, age 13: “blah blah My Chemical Romance blah blah Fall Out Boy blah blah… Wait! What was THAT?”

Me, flipping back a station: “This? Oh, this is Queen. Bohemian Rhapsody.”

Oldest: “It’s… so… different.”

Me: “Yep. They mixed heavy metal and opera, back when everyone else was into Disco. Total visionaries. Totally rocked.”

Oldest: “That is so awesome. I need to tell my friends! I need this on my iPod.”

Me: (tears in eyes) “Yes. Yes, you do.”