As much as I hate the long commute home, having my kids with me can make it one hell of a ride.
On the way home today, my Alex declared, "I can't bah."
When your 18 year old son makes this startling admission, it is cause for concern. So I reply as any caring, nurturing mother would.
"What the hell do you mean? You can't what?"
"I can't bah! Like a sheep."
Always looking for opportunities to upstage her older brother, Mika starts bleating like a nanny goat on steroids in the back seat,
Alex answers with his heartfelt, vibrato-less Bah! Bah!
By this time, I'm laughing so hard, my commuting brethren in the next lane must have heard my hysterical cackling. That and Mika bleating proudly in the back seat and my Alex going "Bah! Bah!" in the passenger seat next to me.
It was a Funny Farm on wheels, people. Forget about driving me crazy. I'm already there.
