Like usual, I whipped into carpool on a wing and a prayer.
I silently said 8 profanities before even making it into the actual parking lot.
I scoop up the children and rushed home like we had somewhere to be. Rushing all of the time.
On the ride home a conversation happened...
Bug: "Mom, I need your cell phone please."
B: "Because Ashlyn gave me her phone number and I HAVE to call her."
M: "You're 6. When did you start acting 15?"
B: "I need your phone."
B: "I need your phoneeeee."
M: "Nope. You can't call her right now. She isn't even at home yet. We just left school".
B: "GIVE ME YOUR PHONNNEEEE!!"
M: "Silently saying more profanities... What's her number????"
B: "Here. She wrote it down for me."
M: "Umm. Yeah. That's not a phone number, Bug."
B: "YES IT IS!!"
M: "It needs 4 more numbers to be a phone number."
B: "You are WRONG! 9-1-1 is only THREE numbers and it works. Ashlyn's phone number is SIX numbers. It HAS to work."
Bug never did get up with Ashlyn.