Honk Honk

Driving Seth to school today we were stopped at a red light. It turned green and before I could even step on the pedal, the person behind me honked. Seriously, I wasn’t dilly-dallying. I looked back at Seth and he said,

“The light just turned green!”

I said, “I know!”

He said, “He didn’t even give you a chance.”

I said, “I know!”

Then I said,

“You know what Seth? I’m going to choose to believe that was an accident.”

He nodded, understanding where this was headed.

“Maybe it was an accident, right? And if it wasn’t, it isn’t worth getting sucked into his negative energy field and letting it affect my day.”

Then we started having some fun with it.

“Poor guy. He has no control over his own body!”

Ha-ha-ha!

“Poor guy. It must be scary driving a car when you might suddenly, at any given moment, be compelled to honk!”

Ha-ha-ha!

“Poor guy! Having no patience is noooooo fun!”

We were cracking ourselves up.

We pulled in and took our place in the long drop-off line of cars at Seth’s school.  Seth leaned over from the back seat to give me a good-bye hug and I twisted around awkwardly to hug him back. In doing so, my left elbow wailed on my horn.

I hope the people in the ten cars that were in front of us don’t think I’m an asshole.

My boy walked into school buckling over with laughter.