Backseat Driver

Saturday morning was pretty busy for us.  We were out of the house by 8:15am and headed over to the flu shot clinic our Pediatrician's office was holding.  We weren't exactly sure how busy they were going to be since it was the last one they had on schedule.  It ended up now being very crowded at all.  Jackson got his nasal mist.  Cullen received his shot (with only a whisper of a cry!).  We were in and out in 15 minutes!  Success!

Afterward, Andrew and I took the kids over to Cracker Barrel for a late breakfast.  Surprisingly enough, we were seated right away.  The kids were really good.  Only one small milk spillage, but I'll admit it was my fault.  I didn't get Cullen's lid on all the way the first time.  Jackson needed to use the potty while we waited for our food to arrive.  Andrew took him.  You know how Cracker Barrel has the stoplight by the entrance to the bathrooms.  I was told Jackson would not go past the stoplight until it turned green.  As he told Andrew, "Green is go, and red is stop."  I thought it was funny.  Andrew wasn't so much amused because he had to deal with it.

After breakfast, we took the kids to the park.  It was National Hunting and Fishing Day, so there were a few activities.  Jackson got to play on a couple of inflatables while I had to take Cullen away from them.  He just wasn't big enough to play with all the older kids there.  After awhile, we headed home.  They did have air rifles and bows the kids could shoot, but we opted out.  Something about my 3 year old shooting was not settling right with me.  Yep, we live in Texas.

As Andrew is pulling up into the garage, he accidentally clipped the garbage can with the side view mirror.  It was barely a clip but just noticeable enough to warrant an Oops.

Later that evening, we came home from Mass and pulled into the driveway.  As Andrew is waiting for the garage door to finish opening, Jackson pipes up from the back and says, "Don't hit the garbage can Daddy!"

I started laughing out loud.  Andrew threw the car into park, looked over his shoulder and said, "Do you want to drive?  Think you can do better?"  Of course he is saying this with a smirk on his face, but I couldn't help laughing even harder!  That little stinker remembers a barely clipped garbage can from early in the day so he makes sure Daddy doesn't do it again.  Priceless!