July 25, 2006

Taxi Driver for Life

Keeping in mind that my three boys are within four years of each other, ages 7, 9 and 11, respectively, and that their birth order from youngest to oldest is Bones, Son#2, and Ringo, and that there is much discussion about turning 12 as in Florida you can ride shotgun when you are 12 years of age…

On our way to dinner tonight, Bones took my hand and said, “Mom, mom, mom, mom, when I’m 21, Ringo is 72, and Son#2 is 84, who gets to ride up front?”

Wow.

Let’s see… we got the birth order… wrong.

We got the distribution of ages… wrong.

Evidently nobody is driving at 21 or even… into their elder years.

Assuming Bones’ age would be right, I’d still be hauling everyone around at age 56.

Assuming Son#2’s age would be right, I’d still be hauling everyone around at age 116.

Scary.

BUT! On a positive note… he did get everyone’s names correct.

Posted by Boudicca at July 25, 2006 08:55 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Seriously need to work on getting Son #2 a nickname!

I'm hoping Bones doesn't have his heart set on being a math teacher.

Posted by: Raging Mom at July 26, 2006 09:31 AM

LMAO! That's just too funny.

Posted by: Sticks at July 26, 2006 05:02 PM

Raging Mom- I have a nickname for Son#2 I have been tossing around... I'll put it up tonight.

Posted by: Bou at July 26, 2006 08:21 PM