I will call this little segment “Driving Back Late at Night with Three Little Boys”
Josh: “Mom, can you turn up the music?”
Me: “No, daddy and I would like to talk to each other.”
*3 seconds of silence*
Dave: “You didn’t say that with much conviction. I don’t think you really mean that.”
Dave: “I think what you mean is ‘Mommy and Daddy want to talk to the silence in their own heads.'”
Me: “Yep.”
People of the world, you cannot have this man. He is all mine.
Been teaching Josh the rules of the road. Now he’s piping up from the back seat “MOM! YOU GOTTA STOP!!!!!!” And “GO MOMMMMM!!!!!!” He’s also giving me his opinion on what I should do on a yellow. I AM DEBATING WITH A THREE-YEAR-OLD ON MY DECISION MAKING AT A YELLOW LIGHT. People, this sums up the entire argument for self-driving cars. Progress is a three-year-old with an tiny bit of knowledge, zero experience and a huge ego.
Awfully quiet in Dodgers stadium tonight. You could hear a pin drop. A pin that sounds like 4 home runs by JD Martinez. It feels so SO GOOD.
I have a new strategy for keeping Sam from destroying the house when I’m occupied with the baby. Ya’ll ready for this? Okay, I stick him in the same room with Joshua and play off of Joshua’s need for justice. The second Sam steps out of line, Josh tattles on him. I reward Josh’s bad tattling habit and the cycle continues ad nauseam. But at least the house is still standing. Which debunks a common theory… two wrongs DO make a right.