The Scene: Me, driving my two kids to the doctor for a follow up on Gabe's asthma. Realizing I forgot my check book.
Me: Bad word that no Christian mom should say in front of her kids.
Laney: Big shocked eyes looking at me from the passenger seat.
Me: Sorry Kids, Sorry Lord, for my potty mouth, thank you for dying for our sins.
Laney: Looks a little less horrified, did I mention she is my prudey child?
(I realize I am ok because I still have my planner with everything I need in it. But realizing we have another problem because we are already late and I turned down the wrong road.)
Me: Oh shoot, I went the wrong way, what am I retarded or something?
Laney: (in a very serious, deadpanned voice) Yes Mom, sometimes I honestly think you are....
Me: Laughing hysterically
Laney: Why is that so funny?
Me: You really believe that don't you?
Laney: Yeah, but don't tell Dad, he will get mad at me.
Me: Why don't you think I will be mad at you?
Laney: Because you know you are retarded sometimes.
Dad is more serious.
I am still laughing.........