The kids have the ability to make me insane, but no where is this truer, than in the car.

I think this is for so many reasons - the kids can’t get away from each other; I can’t get away from them; I’m trying to concentrate on my driving; they’re so darn loud!; they fight about everything; schlock pop music makes me mental; and so on.

But all is not lost. They also have the ability to instantly make me double over with laughter.

The other day, my younger daughter was trying to reach something in the back of the car by throwing herself over the back seat and this is what I heard:

“Yecch! I got your backpack in my mouth.”

Her sister: “Poor backpack!”