My Mom still wonders why my Dad questions her decisions to do things.
For example...my car seat is placed in the third row of her SUV. Why? If you recall, I enjoy rolling down the widow & making my shoes disappear.
On this particular day, in a hasty rush, my Dad put my seat in the middle row & neglected to enable the "child safety lock" on the door. I quietly took off my shoes and grabbed two books. While traveling at a swift 45 MPH, the overhead lights and the loud dinging from the alert system notified my parents that I had thrown open the door & almost simultaneously out went my sandals & the books.
After the screaming stopped, the panic subsided , and she determined her pulse was at an acceptable rate, my Mom gave my Dad "The Look".
As a follow-up, see "Women: Lesson 3, Everything I need to know about women, I learned from THE B!'"
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