One of the perks of motherhood is...
that comedy just HAPPENS.

Of my two sons... Gene talks 90 mph about anything and everything. Jamey prides himself on interjecting with wit and sarcasm.

Some of our best conversations take place in the car. While driving home from the doctor's office today, we ended up behind a Toyota Camry branded, "Student Driver."

Gene: "Someday, I'm gonna be driving a car that says that."
Jamey: "That says what?"
Gene: "Student Driver. And Mom, you're gonna be...
Jamey" "Scared."
Gene: "Yeah, you'll be scared to be on the roads. AND, when I do finally get a car, I'm gonna paint it like the General Lee."
Me: "Even if it's not a hot rod? What if you end up with a car like that? A Toyota Camry?"
Gene: "Yep. I'll still paint it." *giggling*
Jamey: "Oh yeah? I'm getting a Ford Focus. It'll be pimp."

Last week we were at the grocery store...

Gene talking to the cashier: "I'm gonna need a job someday. I'm gonna need a car."
Cashier: "Don't work here. You won't make much here."
Me: "I hate to tell you guys this, but you'll probably end up sharing a car for the first year or so."
Gene: "What if I win a car?"
Me: "Then it's yours."
Cashier: "You'll still have to pay taxes on it. Nothing is ever REALLY free."
Jamey to the cashier: "Thank you for shattering my hopes