I’m just not sure what goes on anymore in that back seat while I’m driving.
I turn the radio on, and some sort of beat starts playing and I glance back to see Jack intently working on a new hip thrust movement in time to the music. He’s really proud of this also. Generally, if we’re in public and he starts doing this, I ask him to stop because it’s vulgar for a 10-year-old to walk around with thrusty hip motions going on. Sheesh. But in the car, he lets loose.
me: Settle down Jack…
Jack: (adding sound effects to his motion) Uh! Uh!
me: Just sing… Or look out the window…
Jack: Oh look, a toenail! Let me lick it…
me: Jack!! Geez!