On most Sunday’s after church I take Lauryn home in my car. I guess it’s a small privilege to ride in Daddy’s car. On the way to lunch I took a wrong turn, and had to sharply turn around and drive through a parking lot to get back going in the right direction. I guess Lauryn noticed we were going in circles and said,
“Daddy, what are you doing!”
I responded that Daddy was being a little crazy and that I had taken a wrong turn.
To which she replied,
“Daddy…you are NOT crazy. Mommy is crazy!”
