I love roadtrips mainly because of the route of conversations you get to. We were coming home from our big fun family vacation (more on that later) and we got to talking about how we have no reference of having older or younger kids because we have twins.
Max was trying to convince us how hard it was to be the youngest. I guess his strongest argument is that he's an hour and a half younger. Not that mumbo jumbo 1-2 minutes crap.
The boy is practically in tears as he explains, "It's just that I feel like its because I'm the youngest that I have to do everything for everyone else."
Okay, a) are you effing kidding me kid, because I'M the one doing everything for everyone. And 2) its not because you're the youngest bub. Its because you're never sitting down. But whatevs.I didn't say that outloud...yet.
I'm just about to destroy this guy and Ricardo interrupts my mental lecturing with:
"I'm sorry you feel that way son, now go make me a sandwich."
I peeked back to see Max grinning. Later, he'll deny it. And he'll make his dad a sandwich.
That's how I roll.
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