My wife is quite possibly one of the funniest people in the entire world. No, really. She cracks me up all the time, sometimes when she's trying to.
Our son was sick the past few days, but returned to school today where he could finally escape the drudgery and misery of being confined to only being around my wife and I. The boredom was beginning to make him talk to himself a bit more than usual... it was creepy.
Anyway, I emailed my wife at work and asked her how he was doing and feeling going back to school. Here's her report;
I don’t know if Drew got far enough away this morning before everybody (and I do mean everybody) saw me back up over an orange cone and then drag it down the street trapped under my bumper before unceremonially dumping it in the middle of the street. I had to make a very slow stupid looking u-turn again in front of the entire middle school to come back and remove it from the middle of the street. It was classic. Bye bye baby, mommy loves you!
Our son is 13 now, so you can see why and how we are a constant dirty smudge on his "cool"...
God, I love her!