We stopped to get gas on the way to school this morning. When I got back in the car after pumping my $35 half-tank, I was bombarded with terrible screeching noises coming from both kids in the back seat.
“What are you doing?” I shouted.
My 7yo daughter calmly replied, “I’m pretending to be a dying venomous duck.”
My 9yo son added, “And I’m the angry German leprechaun that’s killing her. Oh, and I live at Home Depot.”
“Home Depot?” My daughter said with way too much enthusiasm, ” I LOVE Home Depot!” At which point she burst into song. “Home De-pot, The Home De-pot, it’s the perfect place for purple people!”
“Argh!” my son shouted covering his ears, “My poor leprechaun ears!”
I’ll consider it fate’s little gift to me that I didn’t get a speeding ticket racing them to school.