This morning during the usual rush to get everyone strapped into their car seats, Number 7 was not cooperating.
I was buckling Number 6, and she was climbing all over the car.
Number 3 and 4 were losing patience.
So was Number 5.
She looked right at Number 7 and yelled,
‘NUMBER 7!
JUST GET THE HELL IN YOUR CAR SEAT!”
I looked at her.
“Don’t say that,” I told her.
“And where did you hear that?” I asked Number 5.
I held my breath and waited.
“From Daddy,” she told me.
Phew.
Number 7 still wasn’t in her seat.
“GET THE HELL IN YOUR CAR SEAT, NUMBER 7!” yelled Number 6.
“Number 6! What did I just say?” I yelled.
“You told Number 5 she couldn’t say that.
But you didn’t say I couldn’t.”
And with that, we all got the hell buckled, and drove the hell out of the driveway.
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Oh mama, we try to keep language clean around here (mommy and daddy included!), but I SURE got a big chuckle out of that little morning dialogue! Too funny.
How is it even possible to get 7 kids (or even 4) buckled up & ready to drive off? You rock. I’ve been very much enjoying your daily entries as my reward for finishing off some late night work, this week. Keep writing!