Yesterday on the way to the airport, the Bastard Jr. and I were calculating the time I needed to check in. He said that we were early enough for us to stop at the Race Track and him to go to the bathroom. I bought a pack of gum and off we go again for Love Field.
My tummy starts grumbling. "I need to go to the bathroom" I say. "Damn, we were just at the Race Track…..why didn't you go then?" I say "I didn't need to go then…..It just hit me!"
How many times have we had that conversation over the years? Except I was the one giving the "you should have gone back there" lecture. Could it be????…………..Am I going through my second childhood?