When I was a kid, I remember constantly interrupting my mother when she was on the phone, telling her “that’s not how it happened,” and “that’s not right!!” – you know what I’m talking about, right?
She would get so frustrated, telling me to mind my own business, to stop butting into her conversations, etc. At the time, I thought that what I was doing was totally normal and acceptable…that I belonged in every conversation. Such is the insanity of children, huh?
Oh how that has come back to bite me in the ass!
The other day, while we were in the drive thru line at Wendy’s getting root beer floats, the drive thru attendant asked – with a smirk on his face, no less – if the car I was driving was mine or my husband’s.
I was driving my husband’s Pontiac GTO.
My husband’s.
Of course, I answered without hesitation, “We share it.”
Which, of course, was a bold faced lie. But when a pimply teenage boy implies that you couldn’t possibly be cool enough to own a Pontiac GTO, there are really only two ways to respond.
1. You can rev your engine and speed off, leaving him holding his ears as your exhaust system ruptures his eardrums. Or…
2. You lie and say it’s your car.
Being that I really wanted my root beer float – DUDE, THEY MAKE IT WITH VANILLA FROSTY!!!! – I lied.
And of course, because Karma is a big fat b!tch, Angeline immediately called me on it. I couldn’t get that window up fast enough before she blurted out, “I thought you hated Daddy’s car!”
Which is kind of true, but not entirely.
I love driving the GTO because it makes me feel like a bad ass. Zoom zoom!
I hate that I am so short that the seat belt lies against my neck and I am in constant fear of being decapitated, should I have an accident. I hate that the car has that sporty supsension and every turn I make feels like I am trying to maneuver a big rig.
But…I love the look on guy’s faces when they are admiring the car and then realize there’s a chick behind the wheel.
I just have to remember that the next time I pretend to be loving the GTO, there’s not a big mouthed kid sitting in the passenger seat…
lol. my kids would SO do that to me.
Kids always tell the truth until they become teenagers. LOL! My kids use to do the same thing. Out of the mouth of babes.
Rofl. Totally something that my kids would do!!
Oh have I been there. And my 9 year old would have done that in a heartbeat to me.
You just never know what kids are going to say.
Lol …. I am sure my day is coming… I was one of those kids too!
Hahaha! I am SO guilty of doing this as a kid and I’m sure I’m in for it once my kids are older.
My six yr old is just like that makes me nuts I say red he says blue. He’s got to correct me no matter if he’s lie or i stretch the true makes me nuts
Ha. You just never know what they will say :).
LOL! My kids are guilty of that too.
AT 29 my “kid” would STILL do that to me…
That is too funny! I am sure that will be my kids and I someday. I already told my husband that I wanted my OWN, new Mustang someday. I doubt that will ever come true, but it sure would be nice.
When I was little my sister could never tell a lie and often went out of her way to make sure our parents knew “the truth”. Now, my youngest daughter is the same way…one MUST be careful what you say around her so it doesn’t come back to bite.
LOL! So true. I remember doing that to my mom. I am sure karma is going to bite me in the butt too.
Yep! Our kids will call us out everytime.
haha. My daughter does that all the time.
lol! My 3 year old is already calling me on things. It sucks!
That is so true! I get caught on occasion too!
My son would SO do that to me too.
LOL Well, the good news is that you taught her well. The bad news is that you are no longer cool to the pimply faced kid at the Wendy’s drive thru window.
I love how kids blast us everytime! LOL!
LOL!
Oh my goodness that is hilarious! I used to do that ALL THE TIME as a kid- my parents never could keep a story straight- so it’s nice to know that’s going to come back & haunt me. lol!
Hmmmm, I’ll bet you hesitated to give him the float after that! lol
My son is my lie detector. Which I don’t do often, because I’m a horrible liar. :/ I can relate completely with liking the feeling of others being impressed with finding out it’s a cool chick behind the wheel. 🙂
LOL! Should I be thankful T isn’t talking in complete sentences yet?
Heehee, well at least you got your rootbeer float 😉
Omg, I used to do this to my mom!!
I’m going to BlogHer too, I hope we meet!!
LOL oh that is something my daughter would do in a heartbeat! She is very much these are the rules, this is the truth and she doesn’t let you forget!
That’s so funny, Jake has been doing stuff like that to me for almost 10 years!
My kids would totally do that to me.
This is so going to be my daughter. She’s only 3 and already can’t help herself but to be as loud as humanly possible whenever I’m on the phone.
That was hysterical!
Clearly, you do share it. YOU were driving it, right? 🙂