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Chaos in the Car…

Putting children (especially siblings) into a confined environment is never a good idea. Add to that the school run and a mother without enough caffeine in her system the inside of our car usually sounds like the scene of a mini-riot. I admit to blasting the radio in an attempt to drown out screams of ‘he’s touching my belt’, ‘she breathed to hard’ etc. I’ve also been known to pull over and reuse to mov again until it stops; well its not safe to drive when your brain’s fried.

It’s not all bad though; I love listening to their observations out the window. A fire-engine, fluffy dog, police car, train, man with a hand bag (seriously)!!

Until this week’s observation from E. I was somewhere in the middle of wailing along to ‘built this city on rock and roll’ when I vaguely heard ‘ARGH FIRE’ coming from Master E. I couldn’t see a fire engine…

‘Mummy the car’s on fire!!’

Panic starts now, I pull over lift out baby seat, toddler and evacuate E & T to sit on the curb. Turn back to car…

‘Where E?’

‘There on the front.’

‘Oh E, that’s not fire it’s steam!’

Back in the car ‘he pushed me’, ‘she said’ and Mummy dissolved into hysterical giggles…

 

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