Made it just in time. Max apparently has a system for how the van climate control must be operating while being chauffeured around town. He kept telling me “miurer phan” which I thought was middle fan. So I switched off the sync control to allow the backseat’s fan to run on high while the front is normal. I go through a four way stop and get up to speed again when Max goes flying by me to change the fan speeds. I guess my ineptitude forced him to take matters into his own hands – unbuckling himself to stand next to me pushing buttons. I spent the rest of the trip making sure I didn’t pass Roscoe P. Coltrain and get busted for letting my son get a face full of fan. YEEEEEEEEHAWWWW.
Brooke now makes the sound of Swiper “ctsk ctsk ctsk” from Dora the Exlporer. I am going to teach her to do that before she does anything else boogery. That way I can yell “Brookers no Boogers” three times to force her to stop. Works on TV.
Max just started wiggin out at the commercials at the end of Dora again. Brooke ran over to get the remote and fast forwarded while Max yelled. I am thinking that little girl is a smart one. Then I look over again and see her stomping up on down on a crumb-pile of Cheezits and decide not to jump to any conclusions.
Caught Max in the pantry again, either he is battling for MVP (most valuable pooper) or I missed something while cleaning. He hands me a little packet to pop some popcorn – but Sara informed me that if Brooke eats too much of it – she gets diarrhea…sounds like something to do on Sunday afternoon.
How about some pretzels everyone!!!
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