Actually I Am Laughing At You, Not With You
We were late for school and I was going to have to walk Shark in to the office and sign him in. It was 16 degrees and spitting snow, so I decided to circle around to the other side of the school to park closer to the front door. So, approaching the school, instead of going straight through the intersection and into the lot, I took a left hand turn up the street. I heard a CRASH in the back of the Land Yacht and looked up, startled, in the rear view mirror. Shark was gone. So was his high-backed booster seat. Then his little head popped up, on the other side of the truck, peering through the space between the top of the seat and the headrest to see if I'd noticed that he totally crashed over onto the floor when I took that unexpected left. I had to wait until we were parked and walking in to school to bitch him out about unbuckling his seat belt before I had stopped the truck because I was laughing so hard (the laughing without sound thing that works your abs) tears were coming down my face. One minute he was there ~ CRASH ~ and then he was gone. It's bad to laugh at your kids. I know. But this was so funny. And now I'll tell him every morning as we approach school that he'd better not even think about unbuckling yet, and I'll do this for weeks and weeks to come, every morning, and he'll get more and more annoyed by this and he will seriously, fully, regret the day he ever did that.