Ever had a hard time getting out of the house? Yesterday morning, everytime I sat down in the car, I realized I forgot something. So, I had to get out of the car, go back in the house and return with the forgotten object. This went on about 3 times between forgotten lunches, medicines and paperwork (all mine, not the kids). When I finally sat down in the car and started it up, I tuned toward the kids to check seatbelt buckles one last time. At that point, I noticed that my son looked confused. Our conversation proceeded as follows:
Son:Bewildered look on his face
Me: I just had a terrible time getting out of the house today!
Son: Oh. Are you getting too big?
Me: Sigh, Yeah.
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