On the drive home, Maddy started vocalizing about something, and it sounded urgent. She sits directly behind me and I can't see her. It's also starting to get dark.
ME: Jack, can you look at Maddy? Why is she crying?
JACK: Mommy, I have farties!
ME: OK, Jack. But why is Maddy crying? Is she OK?
JACK: Mommy, slow down! You're going too fast!
ME: (Driving 55 MPH and in the slow lane of a 3 lane road) OK, Jack, I'll slow down. Is Maddy OK? What is she doing?
JACK: I don't know. Can I have french fries?
ME: No, Jack, we're going home and having dinner now.
(BTW, Maddy is fine... don't know what the yelling was all about.)
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15 years ago
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