AF is right. You would think our wives all went to school together. This one goes back a while, but I now realize it was a indication of the future, regarding our "vehicle relationship" We took a trip to Palm Springs. My son was about 1 or 2. Perfect traveler. We left early in the morning. Spent the previous day detailing our gorgeous 66 Impala with black leather interior. My little guy is in back. Beautiful spring morning. Just North of PS I hear this god awful noise from the back seat. As I pull over, a giant stream of white and red projectile hurl fly's around the interior. As I get him out of the back (he is smiling, with a look of damn I feel better) I see a bottle with red stuff in it. My wife is frantically trying to clean up the morning blow. I ask what the hell did you give him. "It was just cranberry juice!" Hmm, new dad question, did you give him milk this morning? "Of course he had,,,,,,,,,she looks up with a owe **** look in her blue eye's. All I could say was, I think he is fine, but you need to take some class's. Next morning went over to a friends house (took my son for safe keeping) We spent the day cleaning the interior and carpet. One of my son's favorite stories about his loving mom.
