Driving in the car to Prattville to go trick-or-treat at Bass Pro Shop during their big Halloween festivities tonight, Dennis asked me to turn on some music. I did. Then he said "you have to dance, Mommy, because the music is on." I wiggled a bit in my seat and he laughed and then asked "do you want to see my bottom wiggle?" and I looked over my shoulder and saw him lying on his back in his booster seat, butt in the air wiggling mightily. He told me I needed to keep dancing, to which I replied "no, I need to drive." Not good enough, apparently, because he said "NO, you need to DANCE-drive." I made my best attempt. Sorry to you fellow drivers on I-65 South who might have noticed a shaking Chevy Blazer with two crazies inside.
Trying to distract him, I asked him to say the pledge of allegiance. He said "I pledge allegiance to the Dennis of the United States of Dennis and to the republic for which Dennis stands; one nation under God with liberty and justice for Mommy." He knows it's all about him.
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