Stupid Irene: She was a monster, but lucky for us, she just took out our power and delayed Camp Mamaw for a day or 2.
Husband sort of unexpectedly drove Pickles and Pumpkin Pie to Camp Mamaw. I mean, of course he knew he was driving them, but Hurricane Irene (who I hate) got on my last freaking nerve and plans got changed and there he was driving to Camp Mamaw to drop them without much advanced notice.
Without days to build up their annoyance excitement levels, they were frea-king out! They were so excited, their teeth were vibrating. The car ride is 3-4 hours, and by the end, Pumpkin Pie really really really wanted to be there already. Husband had to slow down because of a car in front of him:
Pumpkin Pie: Why are we slowing down?
Just Imagine what Camp Mamaw looks like when Pickles and Pumpkin Pie leave!
Husband: The car in front of us is going a little slower than we are.
Pumpkin Pie: Daddy, just ram him!
Husband: I can’t do that. They would call the police on me!
Pumpkin Pie: Oh, you’re right. You don’t want to go to jail. And I don’t want to go to juvie.
All rightly then.
Juvie: Incarcerating 5 year-olds for encouraging road rage since 1945.
I have had to have the same conversation with my son. Even on short trips he is always asking why I slow down, speed up, stop, turn right…. you get it. I am pretty sure that by the time drivers ed (if they even still have that… it will probably be computerized by then) comes due, he will be a little overly prepared! LOL
And if he is not prepared for driving, he can join Pumpkin Pie in Juvie! Thanks for your comment!
What is it with 5-year-olds?! I had this exact conversation (minus the juvie part, but including me going to jail) with my son last week. We were headed to his first day of school and he had decided he was, in fact, excited for kindergarten.
Nice! I am glad yours is excited about school, that goes a long way!!
Thanks, we’ll see how long that lasts. LOL He wasn’t as excited earlier that morning, as he wrapped himself up in the blanket on our bed and declared he wasn’t going. Poor kid got my nerves.