Driving home last night with Numbers One (almost 13) and Three (9). Their conversation went a little like this:
One: If I win the lottery, I gonna buy an Aston Martin. And then I’m gonna trick it out with crazy rims and a wild paint job.
Me: Please stop talking.
Me: Because I’ve tried very hard to not raise trashbags and it’s clear to me that I’ve failed miserably.
One: Okay.. So, instead of rims on a $300,000 car.. I’m gonna get a race horse, and a jet pack and the jet pack will be powerful and the horse will be so fast that we will be able to fly all over the world. Flying around the world on a turbo-jet-pack horse is WAY COOLER than a plane.
Three: Your horse’s tail is gonna catch on fire if you have a jet pack on a horse.
One: It’s won’t be that kind of jet-pack.. The force and the flames will come out of my boots instead so the horse will be fine!
Three: Then, dude… those would be ROCKET-BOOTS, not a Jet-pack. You think you are so smart… you should know the difference!
And then I snorted and shook with laughter the rest of the drive home.
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