We really need a camera in the back of the car so we can keep an eye on them.
Whats that smell? Something stinks.
It's a stinky stunk.
I said stunk, not skunk. Maybe that car gassed us, roll down the window, it might be poisonous.
At the top of the hill, jump the car in front of us so we can get away.
Jump. Jump. Jump. Jump.
Whoa that was cool, they are gone now.
Can we have ice cream to celebrate?
If you had any doubt they belonged to me, that should be erased now. What can I say, we live life in the Action/Adventure aisle.
[No laws were actually broken in the making of this blog. While the conversations are actual, its physically impossible to get granddaddy's truck airborne. Not that we tried. Oh man, when he gets back from Indiana we are going to hear about this one.]