2 + 2 = 5

It's amazing the things that children pick up on, even when they're things that aren't said. They have their own perceptions of what happens and why. And sometimes, it cracks me up.

Yesterday, we were playing outside in the afternoon because I was watching a friend's two boys and I couldn't stand to playing inside with them anymore. Those of you with three boys in your house, wow. I'm just glad no furniture was broken - and these are relatively well-behaved children, too. They're just so active all the time.

Anyway, point being that we were playing in the front yard when a car pulled into our driveway. I was mildly confused, as it wasn't their mom's car, and it was early for that anyway. Then a wave appeared from the car. It was Daddy. Not in his car.

So Mister Man asked the obvious question.

Daddy, what happened? How did you break your car this time?

I tried to stifle my laugh, I really did. The kid has a point though, as my husband does seem to be the king of his car breaking for silly reasons -- like basketball hoops falling on it -- necessitating loaner vehicles.

This time, it wasn't technically broken. But the power steering had a leak (and apparently my husband had known about this for months but just hadn't felt like having it taken care of - grrr), a ball bearing was going in one wheel, and three other not hugely major but definitely needing attention items.

Oddly, these kinds of things (knock on wood) only seem to happen to his car. Smart kid though.

At least my husband had the grace to blush before denying that he'd broken his car.

If You Want A Job Done Right...

I almost thought I didn't have much to write about today. I've spent the majority of my day today putting together the presale and marketing brochure for the wee ones' preschool's annual fundraiser. It hasn't been the most exciting day.

I did realize this morning that our basketball hoop fell down, but really... all I have to say about that is that I've been telling my husband since we moved in three years ago that the hoop is starting to rust and that he needs to take care of it. He needs to file off the rust and refinish it before it rusts through. He needs to get some metal bands that he can use to reinforce the rusted part.



It all falls on deaf ears.

Needless to say, both the wee ones were very disappointed when they saw it this morning. They both really liked having a hoop in their driveway, although they admittedly are a little too young to truly play. That and Mister Man hates to see anything broken or messed up.

My husband called me just a bit ago to see how my day was going, and I filled him in.

Him: So, did you see the basketball hoop?
Me: Yeah, it's pretty hard to miss. The wee ones were pretty bummed.
Him: I can imagine. Mister Man doesn't like to see things get broken.
Me: Nope. I've been telling you for three years to do something about that though.
Him: Yeah, I know...
Me: You're really lucky that the hoop didn't fall on your car, you know? (his car lives outside on the driveway -- it's a small two car garage)
Him: Yeah... about that...
Me: WHAT?
Him: Umm, it kinda fell over on my car last night.
Me: Oh my. How bad is the damage?
Him: Well, I have a couple of pretty significant dents in the trunk area. I'm planning to stop at a few body shops on my way home tonight.

On the other hand, that does explain why the hoop wasn't embedded in the ground when it fell. I was trying to figure that out. At least this mystery was easier to solve than that of the tree.

Thank God for Wildfire. I'm off to the Supper Club in Glenview tonight, and there's a martini flight there with my name on it.