Terrible Parenting

The drive from Southern California to Northern California is no joke.  It's long.  It's boring.  It's stinky.  The only good thing about it, is that at the end of that seven to nine hour drive, we're either about to see family we've been missing or climb into our own beds.  Both are worthy rewards.

This last trip, we decided to drive home after spending the day at Disneyland.  We knew we'd be exhausted.  We knew we'd hit some LA traffic.  We knew we'd be frustrated and grumpy.  We knew we had to get home.

We decided that our pit stop would be the first big town after the grapevine.  (You don't need know what that means.)  Matt assumed that be quick.  It wasn't.  Three hours later we arrived at our stop.  Matt was annoyed.  He jumped out of the car and opened Owen's door to unbuckle him.  The car was still running.

This the conversation that follows:
ME: Why is the car still running?
MATT: I don't know!  (not happy)
ME: Okay, do you want me to turn it off?
MATT: AAAHHH! (Opens his door and turns off the car.)
ME: What's wrong with you?
MATT: (yelling) I'M SO FUCKING PISSED OFF. (He goes back to unbuckle Owen.)
OWEN: Dad, why are you SO FUCKING PISSED OFF? (mimicking Matt's tone)

It took EVERYTHING in my being not to fall to floor hysterical!!  It was one of the funniest moments I've ever witnessed! 

Not the proudest, but by far the funniest!