Last night, the back (trunk) door of our van malfunctioned, nearly crushing me as I unloaded groceries.
Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration.
Anyway, it wouldn't stay open. It kept automatically closing. I couldn't get anything in or out. Grrrrr...
So tonight, the girls and I spent two hours at Toyota getting it fixed. Yeah, two hours. Grrrrr...
They were actually really, really cooperative. They did their "homework," played a card game with me, watched a few cartoons, and ate Doritos and M&Ms from the vending machine.
At 9:00pm, as we were driving out of the parking lot, Cutie said, "Mom, that's my favorite place. Can we come back again?"
I laughed and thought, "I hope not."