Priorities

Last year Zachie invited a friend to come over and play. I had to drive and drop off a paper before we were to head home. We weren't in the car five minutes until his friend started upchucking all over the seat and himself. I pulled over to the side of the road, got the little guy out of the car where he proceeded to barf and barf (I had no idea a four year-old could throw up twice his body weight). As I was holding Zach's friend while he puked, Zach looked on intently, mesmerized by all the throw-up. He then, looked over at me and casually said, "MOM.............................can I play with a different friend?" It was one of those funny moments; there we were pulled over on the side of a busy road, knee deep in throw-up, the car stunk beyond belief, there were chunks of hot dogs spewed all over half the back seat and all Zach could worry about was what friend he was going to play with, now that his "intended" friend was clearly on his way home. Priorities, we learn them very early in life don't we.

P.S
Just for the record and so I don't get any, "remind me never to ride in your car comments" Yes my car was detailed, clean out, shampooed, by none other than Moi, myself and I.