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while riding in a van with 4 preschoolers. I tell ya, I could make up a list. Here's but one of them.
(on the way to preschool)
Miles: We're LATE! You need to go one hundred and forty miles per hour!
Me: Honey, this minivan does not GO 140 miles per hour.
Miles: Yes it does! It says it! (pointing to the speedometer) Right there!
Me: (Giggling) Well, yes it does, doesn't it?
Me:(Giggling... without ceasing... that's in the Bible somewhere, isn't it?)
Truly, I've never thought about how funny this is: Why does the speedometer on my mini. van. go all the way to 140mph? My practical Mom Honda Odyssey. 140 mph.
Is it just me, or does that strike anyone else as positively giggle-icious?
Maybe I should sign me up for the Mommy Minneapolis 500.
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That is so funny. I love Miles. When my cruise control got stuck and I almost DIED, thank you very much, my little Ford went up to about 120 until I got smart and just pushed, with both feet, on the brakes. Then I went down to about 80-90.
Oh Jenny, the Saab and I will take you on--drag race on the Minnehaha pkwy!
am i the only one who is impressed that my "unschooled" kid can read the number "140" and not call it like "14" or "41". thanks for posting this, jenny. i might not have known!!
Cute post! I popped over from Lysa TK's site because I liked your comment! :)
It's for when you have to outrun the Feds before they search your car and send you off to the big house, of course.
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