This past weekend, the Girl, the Skater and I drove to Dallas to be with Grandma & Grandpa to celebrate her cancer-free 60th birthday. Believe me, if we’re within driving distance of a party, we’re there. I may have mentioned a time or two hundred that I do love road trips. It really doesn’t matter how near or far, as long as we get to go for a ride in the car.
And a road trip with the kids, well, that’s just plain fun.
the Girl (reading a magazine in the front seat): Quit reading over my shoulder!
the Skater (crammed into the space between the front seats): I’m not reading. I’m looking at the pictures.
Girl: Well quit it!
Skater: It’s just the pictures!
Girl: It’s my magazine!
Skater: The pictures are right there where I can see them!
Girl: Too bad. Want me to call you a wanh-mbulance?
Twenty minutes later, Skater is sitting in the backseat, eating a brownie pilfered from the leftovers from the party. The Girl gets a whiff of Ghirardelli chocolate brownie with the Symphony bar in the middle.
Girl: Did you get me one?!
Skater: Nope.
Girl: That’s rude.
Skater: Here, let me get you a wanh-mburger and some french cries.
The “kids”? Are 23 and 19 years old.
Some things never change.
