After spending an hour and a half trying to get out of the house to take The Boy to school today (is there a reason that whatever I request mandates a resounding “NO!?), we sat for a few minutes in the drop off line because shock of all shockers, we were early. When the teachers came out to snatch the children from their cars, I allowed The Boy to drive the final 20 feet up to the front of the school. All I’m gonna say here is that he may need a couple of extra lessons in driver’s ed. Really.
Miss Liz, recently knocked up and looking slightly green, opened the car door with a forced smile that said, “I sure as HECK hope your car doesn’t smell like curry” and helped The Boy get out of his seat of power in the front seat.
With that, I heard a clink and realized that a Mommy Needs a Cocktail shot glass had just fallen out of the car and onto the pavement. Miss Liz gave a small, strangled laugh and I lunged to get the glass. No use drawing The Boy’s attention to the situation. All I needed then was his cheerful/helpful, “Mommy Need a Cocktail.com, Mom?”
Yes, Baby. Mommy Needs a Cocktail.com.