How could I forget to add this to our "cornmaze day"?!! While at the farm, they gave away free frisbies! The kids were delighted! One of the girls shouted, "MOMMY! Now, we don't need to use pretend steering wheels anymore! We can use these!"
And they did.
All the way home.
Little road rage education for Emma here.
I looked at Joel, "Imagine that! We got a hornblower back there. I wonder where she got that from?" -for those of you who do not know my husband, in the almost 14 years that we've been married...I'm thinking now....I don't want to exaggerate because you know that I don't do that here. (or here) I don't think I've ever seen him use the horn on our car once. Well, maybe he did use it once..... when I was in labor and we were stuck in Boston traffic. (Come to think of it, I believe I was the one who leaned over, and laid on the horn for the next 26 miles)
Survey for my readers:
Are you a tooter...by that question, I mean, "Do you beep your horn?"
Are you a friendly hello tooter?
An emergency tooter?
Or I'm just in a bad mood tooter?
I'll be the first to start off....yes, I do use my horn. I am guilty of using it under all three conditions. An "emergency" can be described as:
1. Someone taking my parking spot.
2. I'm late getting to the Creamy ice cream stand, and someone just pulled out in front of me.
3. I have also been known to beep at deer, rabbits, raccoons and small birds. I think that one falls under the bad mood category.
We grew up with good morals, concerning the horn. We never beeped on Sundays because you never know, that person could pull into church right in front of you. (embarrassingly enough, it happened. I won't tell you who it was, 'cuz that would be gossip, and that's not what this blog is for. )