Yesterday afternoon I was driving with the boys. Max was in the front ... suddenly, without ANY warning, my usually placid guy yells out ..."ARRRGGGHHHHHH. I JUST WANT TO PUNCH THE SUN IN THE FACE."
Apparently, the sun had dared to shine straight in his eyes, the nerve of it!
We were silent for a while, and then I said:
"You know, if you DID somehow manage to punch the sun in the face, your arm would probably melt off. Then you wouldn't be able to play Playstation."
We laughed and laughed, all the way to Subway. (Where she put RAW BACON on my roll. I said, is that raw? She goes, oh, do you want it cooked? Ummm, YEAH).
Wow, these daily posts are FASCINATING, no?