It’s amazing the things that children pick up on, even when they’re things that aren’t said. They have their own perceptions of what happens and why. And sometimes, it cracks me up.
Yesterday, we were playing outside in the afternoon because I was watching a friend’s two boys and I couldn’t stand to playing inside with them anymore. Those of you with three boys in your house, wow. I’m just glad no furniture was broken – and these are relatively well-behaved children, too. They’re just so active all the time.
Anyway, point being that we were playing in the front yard when a car pulled into our driveway. I was mildly confused, as it wasn’t their mom’s car, and it was early for that anyway. Then a wave appeared from the car. It was Daddy. Not in his car.
So Mister Man asked the obvious question.
Daddy, what happened? How did you break your car this time?
I tried to stifle my laugh, I really did. The kid has a point though, as my husband does seem to be the king of his car breaking for silly reasons — like basketball hoops falling on it — necessitating loaner vehicles.
This time, it wasn’t technically broken. But the power steering had a leak (and apparently my husband had known about this for months but just hadn’t felt like having it taken care of – grrr), a ball bearing was going in one wheel, and three other not hugely major but definitely needing attention items.
Oddly, these kinds of things (knock on wood) only seem to happen to his car. Smart kid though.
At least my husband had the grace to blush before denying that he’d broken his car.