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…purposely aggravate my boy child.

One of my favorite methods of torture goes something like this…

I’m driving us home from somewhere, be-bopping along on a certain road.

As we near THE intersection, I inhale, wondering if he’s paying attention to the actual driving.

At the last possible moment, I slow down to make the right turn, fully anticipating the rant that is sure to follow.

He doesn’t ever, ever let me down.

“Mama, how many times do I have to tell you that you are going the slowest way home!”

Now, here’s the thing.

See, to get home this certain way, you’ve eventually got to turn right.

Rooster and the Mr. prefer to drive down the first road for a bit longer and make the turn a little further up the road.

I, on the other hand, think that it’s best to go head and make the turn, then make the turn left toward home, then meet up at the corner where they’ll eventually wind up anyway…the corner where Podunk High School is located.

Now, granted, the speed limit on my chosen road is 25mph, and driving this small stretch takes, perhaps, a few more seconds than the other way, which is 45mph.

However, there’s no traffic light going my way, and there is one the other way.

Regardless, this short segment of the drive never fails to evoke strong emotions from the boy child.

I find it hysterical and a bit of payback for the angst he regularly puts me through…forgetfulness, spaciness…etc.

The one thing I’m disappointed in is that I’m not raising my boy properly.  Obviously, arguing with a woman about directions is a trait that’s prewired into a male’s DNA.

So, to Rooster’s future wife, I apologize.

I tried.

I honestly did.

I tried to desensitize him to illogical driving methodology.

He never bought it though.

Oh well.  At least I’m having fun…albeit at the expense of his sanity.

😀

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