Today’s post is over at Romancing the Blog if you want to check it out!

In other news, here’s a little convo I had with the tall kid yesterday:

The setup: We’re in the Mustang, on our way to pick up the short kid from school. I was aggravated because our genius town personnel and police department decided to repaint crosswalks and traffic lines—-necessitating the rerouting and general screwing up of traffic—during our town’s rush hours (2:30-5). As we’re finally making our way across the main street, I hear a clunk, and there’s now a metal…something, sitting on the center console.

Tall kid: What’s that?

Me: Who knows? The car’s forty years old. Stuff’s gonna fall off now and then.

Tall kid: Isn’t that the button you have to push to put it in gear?

Me: Oh…crap. Yes

Tall kid: What does that mean?

Me: It means I can’t put the car in park.

Tall kid: How are we going to get [the short kid]?

Me: (realizing the tall kid doesn’t know enough about old cars to know it’s not that big a deal) You can hang out the window, grab him and drag him in as I go by.

A couple of minutes pass, during which I assume the tall kid has mentally returned to his home planet, where the sound of Mom’s voice is akin to a mosquito’s buzz.

Tall kid: What if his backpack hangs up and I drop him and the back tire runs him over?

OMG, I was dying. The child thought I was literally putting his little brother’s life in his hands. I’m such a bad mom.

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