Thus sayeth he

Hate is a strong word, but sometimes needed to quantify the level of dislike. With that said, I hate several things.

1. Talking on a phone
2. Talking on a cell phone
3. Talking to dudes on a cell phone
4. Driving. ("Period" is actually pronounced in this case)

I hate driving. Now that has been clarified, the story will make a little more sense. After 5PM at our house, we go into monkey turd mode, wherein Noah sings like gangsa rapper with a hearing problem, Caleb is overwhelmed and repeatedly saying "CHICKEN POT PIE" for some reason(I have no clue...I'm retarded too, so I actually understand the repetitious declarations of words...mine is "VINDALOOOOOOOO!"), Lily is incessantly mangling her hair, and Isabelle is pointing to all of her ailments(we refer to this as the "Boo-Boo Hour" as it ignites a torrent of "I'M HURT RIGHT HERE!" from every different child).

As you can see, it was OUT. OF. HAND. And I was driving. And it was well past 5PM. After more yelling and screaming and boohooing, I had to gain control(YES! I SAID IT...CON-FREAKING-TROL!) of the situation because it was a mad house in our car. So, I yelled "HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! Quit down! Don't say a word! Do NOT say CRAP!"

At this point, in the rearview mirror I see Caleb lean over to Lily and whisper...yep, you guessed it...


"crap"