When we moved here, we decided to leave our second car in Utah and sell it. It would cost about as much as it is worth just to bring it to Ohio. So, soon after moving in to our house, we needed to buy a second car for Michael to drive to work.
After deciding on a car, a 2004 Toyota Avalon, Michael and I buckled the big kids, S and Z, into the new car, and I got to drive it home. I was still unfamiliar with the area, and didn't know which road to turn on to get to our house. Michael had driven to and from work for a week already and knew where he was going. So, I followed him while he drove the van with the babies.
As we were driving along, I knew the turn was getting close, but I wasn't sure how close. Michael decided to pass a pick up truck. I was frustrated and didn't want to loose him, so I followed, but also yelled, "Michael!" As soon as I yelled, I realized I had two sets of ears listening, so added, "You're dad is silly."
To this, S replied, "Well, you married him!"
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