You know what’s sad?
I’ve been driving around with this balloon bobbing around in the back of my SUV for a week now and I don’t even care.
It’s like a colorful, helium-filled “kick me, I might as well be a minivan” sign.
We also came home with a bobble-head Chuck E. cup, one that’s refillable for a lifetime, a fact the Chuck E. Cheese door bouncer shared with such pride that I swear it was like she was telling me we were getting a full-ride scholarship to Harvard. Altogether now: bobble-head, Chuck E., refillable, lifetime. Shoot me now!
I have emptied out the fall season soccer gear and Halloween randomness, but I’m not touching that melted chocolate raisin mess that’s ingrained into the fabric on the back seat. It reminds me too much of well…nevermind. If you’re a parent, YOU KNOW.