Van pulls into the driveway.
As soon as ignition is turned off, Biz bolts out of the door.
Mommy: Biz, I need some help.
Caleb reluctantly drags himself back to the van.
Mommy: Please help me carry in some things.
Caleb: Ohhh kay. Not even a tiny drop of enthusiam is detected.
Mommy: Please grab the bag of tortillas and your paper frog.
Caleb: BOTH of them!
Mommy: Yes, Biz. Mommy says this as she is manuevering a squirming Seth out of his car seat, while also carrying Caleb's back pack, school folder, her billfold, and Seth's diaper bag.
Caleb: Mom, I am only ONE person!
Not even a tiny drop of sympathy is detected from mommy.
He made two trips.
3 comments:
Are you sure you weren't spying on our family and just changed the names to make it sound like yours...?
Nice.
That's hysterical!
-Laurie
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