I'm standing at the front door watching 3 teenage girls squealing and wriggling around inside a very small car parked in front of our house on Sunday afternoon and I'm thinking to myself What the hell?? Dumb girls. I hope I was never that dumb. Then I notice a large black mass in the mix. A thought slowly creeps up on me Oh shit, where is Brody? Oh sweet baby Jesus, that's him! By the time I tear across the yard he is sitting in the front passenger seat on the lap of an 80 pound girl and she's screaming What do I do, I can't move him, oh my God, what do I do?!?! Freakin' Brody!
On Monday morning we all load up to take Aidan to school - Brody included. When Aidan opens his door to get out, Brody jumps over the seat and hauls ass INTO the school! It was like he was a huge, black bowling ball and the little kids were pins falling aside as he barreled down the hallway. I threw the Jeep in park, chased him down, and drug him back. Meanwhile the drop off line has completely stopped behind me and you know how the drop-off line nazis like that. Freakin' Brody!