Husband and I switched cars the other morning. The kids and I rushed out the front door to go to school. Miles stopped and gasped…
"Mama, Daddy took OUR car!"
"OUR CAR? "
Three or four deep breaths later…
"Our car? Sweetie, YOU don’t have a car. The only car you have are the little ones in the Matchbox rolling case next to your toy box upstairs in your room."
Our car? Humph. Are you kidding me?