If you have read my blog for any amount of time, you know that I am the resident family taxi driver. There are some days during the week that I am literally on the road driving to and from schools, appointments and lessons for more than six hours of the day. So as we were driving from yet another appointment Nicole tells me that I need to take up a new hobby to do in the van while driving around...
Me, "What kind of hobby could I possibly take up?"
Nicole, "I don't know. How about knitting?"
Me, "I can't knit and drive at the same time!"
Nicole, "Why not? Daddy can blow his nose while driving. He uses his knees on the steering wheel. He's really good at it."
I'm thinking the Husband is SOOOO busted when he gets back from the sand box!
From the back seat I hear Rachel, "Yeah Mom, knit one, pearl two, knit one, pearl .... oops wait... you just missed the turn."
Have I mentioned that Rachel inherited the Husband's comedian gene?
Later, as we were sitting at the table, eating dinner, Danielle starts giving me a hard time about the schedule and I finally just asked her if she knew the meaning of 'blunt force trauma'
Danielle, "Yes, Mom."
Me, "How would you like to have it demonstrated.... up close and personal?"
Danielle with a smirk, "That would be child abuse and I know you wouldn't do it!"
I'm thinking, does it count if I only dream about it? And what about parental abuse?
Me, "Is that a yes or a no?"
Danielle, "No, Mommy."
Me, "Good. Now finish your dinner."
Maybe I DO need to begin a new hobby.... perhaps yodeling? I wonder how long it would take to drive the natives to insanity? I'm thinking it might just be a fair trade.....
QOTD: "If you ever teach a yodeling class, probably the hardest thing is to keep the students from just trying to yodel right off. You see, we build to that." Jack Handy (1949-) American Humorist