The county has been doing a lot of road work in our area lately, so the roads are very bumpy. I don’t like it, my truck’s suspension doesn’t like it, Babito loves it.
I hear “Bumpy road, Daddy!” every time I hit a hole, pothole, or steel plate in the road.
“Bumpy road again, Daddy” he’ll say if we’ve gone more than a few seconds without a bump.
So what do I do? I purposely LOOK for each bump in the road and try to hit it. Each time I do, Babito squeals with delight. “Whoaaaa, Bumpy Road!” The people driving behind me probably think I’m crazy.
My truck hates me.
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#1 by VegasDad on August 28th, 2008
My car hate me because of all of the juice stains and crumbs blanketing the seats in the back. It’s all about keeping the kiddos happy.
#2 by Sarah on August 28th, 2008
aww the things you do for love
#3 by Mike on August 28th, 2008
My car hates me because when they were young I’d do a half swerve in the middle of the road and cause them to lean over to one side or the other. Don’t worry, I was driving slow and on a residental street…
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#4 by katelin on August 28th, 2008
you’re such a fun dad
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#5 by Daddy Dan on August 28th, 2008
Vegas Dad: Believe it or not, I don’t have any stains or crumbs yet, but we don’t let him eat much in the cars.
Sarah: Yep, I’d do almost anything.
Mike: I do that too!
Katelin: Thanks! I try my best!
#6 by Avill on August 28th, 2008
Hey at least yours likes being in the car! I have to sing the whole time to have a happy drive anywhere.
My truck hates me because I’m tone deaf.
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