More from Chronicles of my Minivan

Okay, so the other day, we're cruisin in our minivan. Just me and the kids, talking about our feelings because they are trapped strapped in the moving vehicle, and one of the sliding doors doesn't even open with a button and they're so spoiled, they don't know how to manually open a frikkin door. So they can't really escape, and the kids start talking at the same time. It's like a heavy metal song, it's hurting my ears, and yet, I'm trying to decipher the words and the message, but I can't.

At some point Max and Lucy finish their sentences at the same time with the same word. And that's when the fun game of JINX! comes into play. I smile. They must have learned about it on the playground. I smile because they are learning this stuff instead of naughty words and where babies come from. Yet, atleast.

My smile ends short though, because I'm bracing for the arguing to ensue over who wins JINX and who will owe the coke. (They call it soda.)

Even further, Lucy likes to make up her own rules as she goes along - you know, to ensure her winning all the time. Even though they have never in the short history of their jinx ever bought either a coke, nor a soda. None of this will matter in a few seconds, this will turn ugly. I brace for it.

Max: "Jinx, double jinx! You owe me a soda!"
Lucy: "Nuh-uh"
Max: "Uh-huh!"
Lucy with her new rule that she'll never slide by Max: "Nooooooo, because I said it in a British accent."

She did say it in a British accent, by the way.

I brace for Max to go Jinxy on her.

And then.

Max: : "Yeah, I guess you did. Okay."

I sigh in relief and then,

Max: "That was a great British accent by the way."

Lucy: "Thank you" (In British accent)

That's how we roll.

Song of the Day: Best for Last - Adele (she's British)