Saturday, January 24, 2009
Today I contemplated revoking Joe's Daddy License when while on the phone with his Mother discussing whether or not we could/should borrow they're spare regular cab pickup truck for a couple of days in Florida, he asked me the following question;
Joe: We can fit 4 in the front seat of a truck, right?
Me: (with the are-you-f'ing-kidding look) No.
Joe: Yeah we can.
Me: (now with the why-do-you-ask-me-questions-if-you-are-just-going-to-argue-the-opposite look.) No you can't. How many seat belts does it have?
(I wait for that light to come on over his head... nothing)
Me: There's 4 of us. No.
Joe: Can't we run one seat belt through both car seats?
(I'm pretty sure I could shoot him right now and get away with it in any court of law. But I just give him the you're-a-f'ing-idiot look)
Joe: Well, can't Morgan just ride in your lap?
I'm not actually sure what I said next but I think I have forbidden him to ever watch the kids by himself.