While driving in the van through a speedbump infested parking lot, our youngest started talking…
Hey! the butt of the van just went up!
The butt went up again!
And again the butt goes up!
Husband says: That is your daughter.
Mom (that’s me) is looking confused because there is no way that is my fault.
Mom says, “Please stop saying butt.”
Ok, no more talking about the butts.
Oh, look we are parking beside a lot of other butts.
Mom cries and husband laughs.