Kids with pent up energy stuck in a car for any length of time are a time bomb. It’s simply a matter of the “how” and “to what degree” that need be answered. For us, on the way back from hockey shopping, the answer was “inappropriate behavior in the car” and “not that bad”, respectively.
The inappropriate behavior consisted of well, something that’s hard to explain in the limited (ahem) space of a blog. It was inappropriate, I can assure you. In fact, it was that very quality that started me off on a mini-rant which ended with me asking “Why would you two do that? On what planet do you think it’s OK to behave that way?”
The lass didn’t miss a beat: “Pluto?” she asked.
All I can say is it really sucks when you’ve got a good case of righteousness brewing, only to have the heat turned off so suddenly like that. The boy smirked so hard I was afraid I’d half to give him the Heimlich. The Wife put her hand over her mouth and kept her eyes focused straight out in front of us. She was no good for backup. Even I broke smile. Dammit.
I took a moment to compose myself, then I told her she’d be going to bed early for her smart mouth. And not knowing that Pluto isn’t a planet.
One reply on “The Lass’ Smart Mouth”
Most excellent punch line. I was hoping you were going there. 😀