October 09, 2010
The boys and I were out and about in the car this afternoon. During a lull in the requisite and relentless back-seat squabbling Argy called out. Hey mum, what's that red button for?
"The one on the dash?" I said nonchalantly "Why that's the eject button."
Er, yes I know. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I shouldn't have. I know that. But somehow I just couldn't stop.
The boys were fascinated. And I was on a roll.
When quizzed as to the function of an Eject Button I sort of described how it could be used to jettison back-seat passengers from the car. Through the roof.
Well I can tell you now, that there were no more fights on the way home. It was quiet. So very quiet. Especially when I went to tune the radio.