All is well in the flyboy house and back to as normal as normal can be around here. You know with a cursing four year old dropping the delta bravo bomb and all.
Flyboy needed a hair cut and so we all piled in and headed over to the mall together. We drove down one of the parking rows and low and behold someone was getting out in a prime spot. The guy took forever. I don't know what he was doing in there, just enjoying the spring weather or what, but he was moving slow. And we just sat there. Waiting.
Now I should justify that by saying around here mall parking lots are one way and some idiot drove the wrong way so we were stuck. We had to wait.
Dash-1 is in the back seat saying over and over, "are you going to tell them to move the jazz daddy?" Or something that sounded very close to that. He must have said it ten times and then it clicked. Move your ass.
I whispered it to flyboy and he laughed and said, "no buddy daddy isnt going to say anything like that."
And then he dropped it. My darling dash-1 "Oh well tell the douchebag to move then."
5 hours ago