Add it to the list of things I never thought I'd hear myself say outloud: "We don't throw our shoe at the driver!" And of course it came from the one with good aim so it flew over my right shoulder and he hit the stereo when he did it. I instantly knew who it was as we were speeding along 465 at 55 mph (or a little faster) while swerving as I reached to feed Fletcher some of the crumbly animal crackers I found in the bottom of my diaper bag because we were out past lunchtime and he was screaming of hunger. (Bad mommy! Bad mommy!) I reached to the "backety-back" to share with Carter & Kiefer but Griffin was throwing the individual animal crackers to the ground as he was throwing a fit because he wanted the whole bag. I tried reasoning with him but I should know better than attempting to reason with a hungry two year old. So after about the fifth time of telling him he couldn't have the whole bag then I get beaned with the shoe. He's the only one who wears orange crocs these days so I knew it was him. Unfortunately, I can't even say it's the first time... the first shoe, of course, but last week it was his apple core, the other day it was his Lightening McQueen cell phone. How many times do you say "You don't throw things at the driver!!???!!" It's bad, but today my initial reaction was to crack up laughing! Then I winged it back at him and said it in my most firm motherly voice. "Don't throw your shoe at me, especially when I'm driving!!!"
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