Momnesia

Car Bomb

Before we could cook anything at Amber's house this weekend, we had to go fill up the propane tank.

Am I the only one who didn't know how to do that?

Hey, let's take an 8-year-old and a ball of explosive death in a minivan to the gas station, where more potential explosives await. Great idea. I'm not already nervous enough driving someone else's car.

This was my solution:

Do you think we should have used a booster seat, too?