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Christ on a moped, how can I expect you to know every detail of my life if I don’t share these little treasures?

Posted on August 5th, 2009 by Karen

So there we are at a shop and I’m loading The Birdy and The Bun out of the car so I can shout at them in a store filled with breakable items and lo and behold but The Bun won’t come out of the car.

Me:   Get out of the car!
The Bun:  No, I think I’ll just wait in the car.
Me:  You can’t wait in the car.  It’s illegal.
The Bun:  Will a bad guy get me?
Me:  Not likely.
The Bun:  Then why can’t I?
Me:  Because then the police will get ME.
The Bun:  Uh, OK.   Mummy?  Um, Mummy?   MUMMY?
Me:  What?
The Bun:   I don’t mind if the police get you, I’ll just wait here.
Me:  It’s not an option.   Get.  Out.  Of.  The.  Car.
The Bun:  Ummmm.   Nah.
Me:  Seriously, get out of the car, my hip is killing me.
The Bun:  Why?
Me:  Because your sister weighs 32 pounds and she’s sitting on it?
The Bun:  You don’t have hips.
Me:  I don’t?
The Bun:  No, you have mudflaps.
Me:  Mudflaps?   [laughing]
The Bun:  NOT MUDFLAPS.  [furious to have been misunderstood so appallingly]
Me:  Oh, I thought you said “mudflaps”.   What did you say?
The Bun:  [now screaming] I SAID “MUSKRATS”.

Oh, obviously.

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