Last week was not a good one for Emma and Jared. A couple of days before this Jared came back into the house to have me go and see what was wrong with the car because it wouldn't go anywhere. Ummmm, yeah, It wasn't turned on. It is a push button start and the car is really quiet, so I could see how they thought it was on. Good thing was that I was able to "fix" the problem.
When a couple of days later Jared came back in the house shortly after they left and wanted me to come outside, I was feeling lazy and just said "the cars not on." ;0) Unfortunately this time it wasn't a problem I could fix. The side mirror was just hanging there and the mirror part was missing because they clipped a garbage can. Instead of being the super kind and loving mother, I pointed out that getting up 1 min before it was time to leave did not give the brain proper time to waken and that Jared failed in his co-pilot duties by not warning his sister that she was about to take out the can.
Dad, was much nicer about the entire thing. There were lots of "it's ok" and "bummer." He did offer up a solution that was not agreeable to Emma, duct tape. He also thought they should go try and find the mirror. They couldn't find it.
Emma was beside herself with grief that we weren't just going to fix the car. "I can't be seen in a ghetto car." Well, this is now the perfect reason you should be seen in a ghetto car, precisely because you don't want to be. Because, sister, there is no way that car is ghetto, even with a broken side mirror!
They have been driving it around for a week with the mirror balanced where it needed to be. Jared would have to stick his hand out the window and hold it or put it back in place so as not to be seen with the mirror hanging all limp and sad. Never mind how silly it looked with him holding it! Man, Jared is nice to his sister when he wants to be. That is love right there, because I know he could care less.
When reality sunk in that we were not going to replace the mirror, Emma set about fervently praying for the means whereby to purchase a new one. She came running into my room one night singing praises that her prayers were answered because she just got a steady baby sitting job for a family that couches basketball. She would earn over the next few weeks exactly the amount of the new mirror. Way to go kid!
Today while Emma was out running, she found the reflective part. It didn't survive, but they decided to put it back in anyway. Emma begged her Dad not to duct tape it back onto the car and use electrical tape instead. I say, embrace you're inner redneck and go with, not just duct tape, but camouflage duct tape. Because camouflage makes everything better! Am I right?
We had to enjoy this a little more than we already were so.....what's worse than camouflage.......JB....Emma managed to hide the duct tape for awhile and rip off what was on there, but we are nothing if not persistent. So, when she thought all was safe, her brother, that so kindly held the mirror on the car, while driving down the road, for his sister......slapped some more JB duct tape on there and then for symmetry added some to the other one.....which we took back off because the goo will ruin a perfectly good mirror.
I think they should arrive at school tomorrow with the windows down, the music cranked and their arms out (didn't pat benatar teach us that was called detroit leaning? hahaha ***ok so I was singing brass in pocket today and the image of the video popped into my head- it's the pretenders. Sorry about that Chrissie, updated 9/11*** embracing their wicked awesome ingenuity.
Teenage years.....priceless :0)
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