Last week my "Check Engine" light came on in the Mom-Mobile. So I took the van in to the shop to be told that it's just a sensor of some sort, and that I can drive it until my day off (tomorrow!!), then bring it in. This afternoon I picked up the kids and we ran over to the shop to drop off the key, and we will drop the van off later this evening, once both of us are home with our vehicles.
I was trying to explain all of this to my son as we ran our errand earlier. I explained to him that the van is broken and it needs to be fixed. "What shop are you going to?," he asked. "The car shop. It's kind of like a doctor for cars. The van is broken and they will fix it," I replied.
He thought about this for a bit and then asked me about how we were going to get home. I explained to him that we were going to leave the van later, when Daddy would be able to help us. I'll drop the van off, and Daddy and the kids will pick me up at the shop.
Again he pondered and processed the information. Then he said, "'Cause we don't wanna get Mommy fixed."
Well, Mommy doesn't want to get fixed, either. That's going to be Daddy's job.
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OMG! Your kids crack me up! But you know, maybe after your affair with Justin Timberlake it wouldn't be a bad idea if you did get fixed at the mechanics!! *wink, wink*
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