Friday, February 10, 2012
Our conversation in the car after Zach had taken off his seatbelt for what had to be the 1000th time in his life: Me: Zach put your seatbelt on now. Zach: But mom, I like this song (he was dancing). Me: Zach do you know what will happen if you don't put your seatbelt on? A policeman is going to pull mom over and give me a ticket. Zach: Okay (resumes dancing) Me: Fine, do you know what else will happen? The policeman will take mom away and put me in jail. Is that what you want to happen? Zach: (without skipping a beat) It's okay mom. Dad and I will visit you and bring you a cake. On the day this kid graduates from college I'm going to show him this blog and say, "spend the next few hours reading this and you'll see why your dad and I gradually went insane during the last 21 years". I bet he'll offer to bake me a cake.