we live in the country. we have no pizza delivery. well, we do. but it costs a lot. more than the tank of gas it would cost me to just drive to the nearest town and pick something up. lucky me, you guys. i loaded up two boy children and ventured out to the closest pizza place for sleepover staples {including a two liter of sierra mist - it was super special}. yada, yada, yada. boy speak. bohemian rhapsody TURNED UP. burping. farting. i was totally tuned out and trying not to lose my mind, when the conversation turned to girls. if you were ever a grade school girl who wondered what boys talked about when you weren't around, rest assured. it was lovely and charming and respectful. i held my breath and listened as if i were a fly on the wall. i was giddy that i was witness.
Love this little glimpse. :)
ReplyDeleteThey must have forgotten you were in the car! ;-)
ReplyDeleteI can identify with the drives you've described. We had an old, green Suburban when the boys were little, the better to haul them and all their friends around. (mostly) good memories!