The Boy Says: Purge the List

Let me start by saying that I'm blaming this entire experience on visiting this place with The Boy:

The Cockroach Hall of Fame - in Plano, TX

I think the chemicals messed with my mind. At least that's my story and I'm sticking with it.

So, The Boy and I made a stop on the way home. I pulled in front of the shop, then half-turned to pull my purse off the back floorboard. I thought I'd put the car in park.

I hadn't.

Within short order, The Boy shouted, Baby! What are you doing? You can't backseat drive!!

Me: I forgot to put the car in park.

Him: Obviously.

Me: Well, I guess I wanted to be on the news for driving through the store window.

Him: You'd be alone. I'd gone home. Can we give you a different last name for these escapades?

Me: To be fair, I've never driven on the sidewalk before. I guess I can cross that off the list.

Him: That was on the list?!? I don't know if it bothers me more that you have a list or that you can now cross it off.

** pause **

Him: Can I see that list? I'd like to be prepared.