Do I Laugh, Or Don't I?

Trips in the car with Sy always have some moment when you aren't sure you should laugh but you really want to. 

Yesterday he shared this with me.

"Mom."

"Yes."

"I know what I am going to say is bad and I'm sorry but I want to tell you."

"Okay, what is it?"

"I called Frito smart ass."

"You did?"

"Yeah, I wanted him to come with me so I said, "Come on, smart ass.""

"Did he listen to you?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, anything else?"

"No"

This ranks up there with...

Rolling down the window and shouting out as we pass an accident.

"Mr. Police Officer, I need to tell you something. My dad is OLD."

Driving down 35 for home one night.

"Mom, stop the car!"

"Why? What's wrong?"

"I lost my manners."

I also likes when he has full conversations in the back seat. The hard part is knowing when I'm supposed to answer. Sometimes I don't realize I am not being spoken to and I answer. The retort is, "I'm NOT talking to you!" 

I'm so glad summer is back and he rides with my every day. I enjoy the stories and that he likes jammin' to classic rock - really loud.