Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Mental Torture at its finest.

The other day I had to take my truck to be fixed...again.

Kris took it to one place, they said it was not something they could fix so he took it to another place. They said it was not something they could fix but gave him the number some someone they recommend.

When we went to take it to this guy, I had no idea where it was so I followed Kris. And I followed and followed and followed. I kid you not, I didn't think we were ever going to get there. When we finally got to our destination I had to get the kids out of the car seats, remove the car seats from my truck and get them into Kris car. Not an easy task getting 2 big bulky car seats in the back seat of a small car.
On the ride back to dropping Kris off at work, he decides to get the kids in a knock knock joke marathon. It lasted the entire time we were in the car. Now this would not normally be so bad but the little girl I babysit for now tells the same 'joke' (and I use that word loosely) over and over again. After hearing it for 20 times I was getting slightly annoyed. We dropped Kris off and headed home. The joke (s) continued.

By the time we reached the house I had a pounding headache. Hmm I wonder why.

Seven hours later, Kris calls and says it is ready come pick me up.
I get the kids in the car and we head out to pick Kris up. No sooner did we get out of the driveway and the same joke marathon started again!

I wonder if I will ever stop hearing that non-joke again. It continues to play over and over in my brain. It is like a form of mental torture. I do not like preventing the kids creativity but I don't think I can ever listen to that particular joke again.


Southern Fried Gal said...

Hello! Stopping over from Ruby Red Slippers. My 5 yo tells the same 2 jokes over and over again. Dare I teach him more to torture me with or just go with the flow on those two? Ha!

Ruby Red Slippers said...

So funny!
I can't tell a joke to save my life. I only remember one-and it is a silly one about banannas for my kids. They can hear it/ tell it 100 times and still crack up.
Fine. You twisted my arm.
Here it is:
Why did the bananna go to the doctor?
Because he wasn't PEELING well!!!
Not so much~