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.”
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.”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “I like your new car. It’s cleaner than your old car.”
Me: “Maybe he didn’t have kids.”
LMT: “Are you going to wreck this one too?”
Me: “No, I want to keep it a long time. Maybe in ten years you can learn to drive using this car.”
LMT: “I already know how to drive. I can drive whenever I want.”
Me: (slow blink)
Wonderful Wife: “I’m going to start hiding our car keys.”
After weeks of pain and now a 2-hour exam involving poking, pulling, twisting, squatting and numerous x-rays, I finally have a medical diagnosis for my lower back problems.
Apparently, I’m overweight and I drive too much.
Thank you science!