If you’ve never driven around with a couple of boys in the backseat and just listened to the things they say, you are missing out on some funny stuff!
“Eww, Mom! Trip ate some of my hair!” (Giggling and a quick denial followed.)
“Here! Eat my boogers!” (One boy to the other. I’m not sure which. There are things you don’t really want to remember as a mother.)
“Did you poop in your pants?” (There wasn’t even a fart that preceded the question. This was just a procession of sillier and sillier questions.)
“Mom, I get a car in a couple of years and then I’ll be able to drive you around.” (No he doesn’t! He’s 9 years old!)
“I have thirty degree butt burns!” (Brothers shouldn’t be able to access each others seat warmers. Also, thirty degree burns? I was aware of third degree burns…)
“Mom, he’s going to push the ejector button and throw me out of the car!” (I wasn’t aware my car had ejector buttons, but maybe the boys did some after market upgrades on my car while I was sleeping one night.)
