Driving 40 minutes one way everyday can wear on your nerves after awhile. My kids always find a way to keep it interesting that's for sure.
This morning the kids were in an especially good mood and wanted to listen to the "mama mia song." Translation: Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. I was cracking up on the way to work this morning even though I think 6 am is a little early for head banging. I told Bryan these kids must be musical geniuses if they already appreciate Queen.
The drive home this afternoon was a different story. All hell broke loose in the back seat. Somebody took the others blanket or favorite toy? Perhaps somebody was looking at the other person or said a mean word? The answer is none of the above. What set off WWIII in the back seat of our car was a fart.
That's right, you read it correctly. A stinky smelly fart is what caused a near riot between my children. Dylan farted loud enough to embarrass a truck driver. She thought it was hilarious and had to announce to all of us that it was she who had farted.
Justin had to add his two cents to the conversation and said: "I fart too mommy!" And that good people is how it began. Dylan and Justin started screaming back and forth at the top of their lungs "NO I FARTED," for the next mile.
My life is a hilarious nightmare at times.