Yesterday, I picked up the kids (Franz and Moxie) and their stepsister (Lilly) at school and drove them home. I blame my sudden inspiration on Stephen King and "Christine". I've been reading a lot of his work lately, and it's got me all twisted.
Here is what happened during that drive.
ME: I was supposed to turn there but I didn’t.
MOXIE: Why didn’t you?
ME: I don’t know. I feel like the car doesn’t want to go home. It wants…
MOXIE: What’s it want, Ma?
ME: It wants me to go foreward. It’s like there’s a giant magnet and I’m being pulled.
ME: I know. Oh! Wait. It wants…
FRANZ: Mom…come on. I don’t like this.
ME: It wants me to go down this street.
MOXIE: This isn’t the way home!
ME: Nope. It’s okay though. Don’t freak out. I feel like this is okay. Like I’m putting on my blinker now because I feel like I should turn here.
FRANZ: Ma, I’m freaking out here.
ME: Nope. Don’t freak. I feel like…yes. Yes! The car wants to park!
ME: Okay then. We’ll park. And then…I feel like…
FRANZ: What, Ma? What’s HAPPENING?
ME: I feel like we should park here and then walk across the street and get ice cream at Jersey Junction.
LILLY: Oh, I get it! You were messing with us! The car didn’t want anything.
MOXIE: Mommy! Come on!
FRANZ: You totally freaked me out.
ME: I’m sorry. I’m sorry! I just…you got to admit…that was kinda cool.
ME: And now you get ice cream.
FRANZ: Fine okay. Just don’t do that again.
MOXIE: Like EVER. Don’t ever do that again, Mommy.
ME: Okay. Fine. Sheesh.