I went to get my oil changed yesterday with all three of my cherubs. After an hour’s wait the Honda man sprung me from the kids waiting area to tell me that my car was ready. Sweet baby Jesus, I was able to go home but first, i had to pay.
I approach reception and the Honda guy is explaining what they did to my car. All I hear is blah, blah, blah, oil, tires, blah. As he is talking my kids have already gone into the maintenance area, stepped outside and banged on the vending machine to see if they were lucky enough to get a free Pepsi.
That’s when the receptionist lady turns to me and says,
‘Are all these children yours?’ -lady
Now I’m looking around for a high number of children and I see only my three…
‘Yes… They are all mine.’ -me
‘Oh! I thought you ran a daycare or something!’ -lady
…yes lady, this is my life. They are alllll mine… all three of them.
Until next time,
Let’s paint my mini van yellow with a black stripe on the side