So the boys and I just took a cruise to Dunkin Donuts in the Mustang.
(Oh wait…pause for obligatory backstory: Jaci’s been struggling to find a title for the sequel to Surviving Demon Island.)
So in the course of a discussion with the short kid (who’s in the backseat), two title suggestions pop into my head. And dammit, we’re not in the truck. The truck is fully equipped for these moments of clarity while driving. The Mustang is not, unless I want to use the end of the oil dipstick to write on a Dunkin Donuts napkin.
So I’m muttering them to myself over and over quietly. Too quietly.
Not quietly enough, actually. At some point I become aware of the tall kid (in the passenger seat) looking at me funny. When I ask why he says “You’re chanting about demons, Mom.”
And you’ve all seen the supposed religious and/or Beatles images in everything from toast to skyscraper windows. Look at the chip I got: