By Scott Rigdon, daddy and author of ThreeFiveZero blog
I’m not a morning person. At all. If you can communicate with me at all in the first 30 minutes I’m awake, you’re doing well. But a smile? Not likely. Laughter? Not gonna happen before 10am…
Except this Saturday morning, as I walked down the hall, and I heard the familiar sounds of my son Ezra screeching around a race course, playing his Saturday morning ‘extra video game time’… (You see, on Saturday mornings, as long as I get to sleep in, I don’t count any extra time with the Playstation that happens before my eyes open… win/win!!!)
Well, the first thing I noticed was that Ezra was driving a school bus around a figure-8 race track… and not doing too shabby a job of drifting it around turns! Next, I noticed that he was… going the wrong way! On-coming cars screeching and swerving wildly to avoid full frontal impact… Ahhh, that’s my boy!!!
Ezra- “If I crash all the other cars, I win in 1st place, because I’m the only survivor!!!”
Me- “Bwahahahahah!!! Buddy… that’s… I’m so proud!!!”
Ezra- “I especially like it when I come around the turns, and they don’t see me in time to swerve, and I ram them head-on. I call it ‘Peek-a-Boom’!!!”
Me- *laughs until it hurts…*
Do you have a Sunday Funny? Email me at katie@triadmomsonmain.com and we’ll run it. You can remain anonymous if you’d like. Just say so!
