There is this boy who may or may not be my son and he's driving me to crazy town. Somehow he reached the keys, shoved me in the backseat and took off at full speed and he's not showing any signs of slowing down. As he says, "tuper tast!" for all of you who may or may not have kids that means "Super Fast!"
I REALLY don't want to go to crazy town. I heard once you get there it's hard to find your way back. While their hair mysteriously turns grey and falls out, fingernails are chomped off, people walk around yelling and screaming at little people who don't even hear them, leaving the occupants of crazy town feeling...well....CRAZY!
Every day I find myself saying over and over again these things which may or may not be said in this order: STOP, STOP IT, STOP THAT, STOP THAT OR ELSE, DON'T DO THAT AGAIN, CORNER, TIME OUT!, SAY SORRY, BE CAREFUL, WATCH IT, DON'T SAY THAT. I could go on but it's too depressing.
I have found something that seems to help turn him around and drive me back to normall. It's hugs and kisses and lots of love. Sometimes it may work for a few minutes or sometimes right when I let him go he's stepping on the gas and driving "Tuper Tast!"
I've never met a boy that may or may not be my son that could be so sweet, cute and cuddly and still be so much a boy!
So if you see a "Tuper Tast" car fly by you some day and you see an old lady in the back seat yelling at the driver who may or may not be her son to "STOP IT" don't be too alarmed It may or may not be me back there.
****Caution: If you really do see an old woman in the backseat of a car that's going super fast and she's yelling at the driver, copy the tags and call 911.****