“Mommy said that you are a liar because you lie to her,” my daughter told me from her booster-seat. I smiled at her in the rearview mirror and she smiled back.
“Well,” I started saying to her, “Are you listening Momma?” I asked and she said a simple, “Yes.” Locking onto my eyes in the rearview mirror.
“Okay. My theory is, Momma, that, if you don’t have anything nice to say about the other parent, then you don’t say anything about them at all,” as I peeked up from the road to lock eyes with her again, her eyes still told me that she was attentive, so…
“That’s why babay, I don’t say anything about your Mother,” I said to her, smiling, locking eyes, she smiling back. “You understand Momma?“ I asked smiling.
“Yes!“ She said smiling, extending her left arm over her head, being careful not to hit her hand on the underside of the car’s roof, and pulling it back quickly, an overhead fist pump; as we continued driving to our destination.
“Oh, look Daddy!” She said excitedly. “Chucky Cheese’s!”
Oh Lord, I thought, that is not our destination. But we may just have to make a detour.
Well…hell.
Hello Mister Mouse…or Mister Rat…or...whatevah mothah fuckah!
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