Somebody save me

(This post was supposed to come to you LIVE & from my ipad on Saturday whilst driving down the road.  However, B-rad was bugging me & while I was trying to hit him, something malfunctioned & the blog app shut down & wouldn't re-open.  I was pissed, but decided that this story is too good NOT to tell.  So sit back, imagine it's Saturday & I'm on a road trip to Ohio with B-rad & Brady...)

Brady wasn't quite ready to leave for Ohio when his parents left & Brian called to ask if he could ride with us.  Sure, we have plenty of room in the car.  Brady is 15 now & has been helping the guys out on the farm a LOT lately.  We don't believe in child labor laws 'round here.  But after spending 4 hours in a car with him, I realized that the sweet little boy I used to know has been replaced by a...a... teenager.  Sigh.

And this teenager also happens to get this to drive when he gets his license.  Yes, it's an old(er) pick up truck.  But this is what he wanted.  I tell ya- all farm boy...  But B-rad was really proud of him for not wanting something brand new like most kids do.  And he looked & looked for trucks like this all on his own.  Brady is in LOVE with this truck.  When we picked him up he was out standing by it.  Then I asked him what he wanted for Christmas later.  His answer?  "A wiring harness for my truck..."

 Brady & B-rad have always had a good relationship.  B-rad's the fun uncle who might yell at Brady on occasion, but then always messes with him a minute later.  (I mean, he can't have Brady being mad at him?!)  That's the fun of being an uncle.  You don't have to discipline.  

Unfortunately for the kids, they don't get that same treatment from their aunt.  I'm a hard ass if you can believe that.

So B-rad & Brady talked the.whole.time about boring stuff.  Tractors.  Motorcycles.  Rebuilding trucks.  If I had know it was going to be physically painful to be in the car, I would've rode strapped to the top.  I have never heard, "Hey Brad, look at that!"  "Hey Brady-look at THAT!" so much in my whole life.  

And it never was anything remotely interesting.

Exhibit A.  'Brady, LOOK!'

Exhibit B, "Brad, LOOK!"

When Brady was younger, he used to want to watch "Beavis & Butthead".  I'm the hardass so I would always say no.  As he got a little order (maybe 12 or 13) I would say, "Sure-just don't tell your parents I let you watch it..."   (I'm not all bad...)

Now, I don't even bother watching my mouth real close in front of him.  I assure you, he could teach me a thing or two about uhm, er...stuff.

Case in point.  Our music selection.  I was trying to hog the radio to drown out the 'Brad look, Brady look' exclamations.  THEN they decided I needed hear some 'really funny songs'.  God help me...

This was the first one.  Like I said, Brady could teach me a thing or two.  He sang along with every word...

But so was B-rad.  He was really was enjoying the tunes.  

This was my personal favorite.  Not necessarily because of the subject matter, but because of the way they sang it.  Imagine the chipmunks singing, "You you you you can't see my balls..." 

 Grammy material, people.

 Exhibit C 'Brad - LOOK!'

Exhibit D 'Brady - look!'  

 I was never so happy to get out of a car in my whole life.