Okay, so we dropped our car off last Wednesday for some body work. We were told the repairs would take two days.
WE STILL DON'T HAVE OUR CAR BACK!
Brendan was the unfortunate bearer of the ill tidings and I was pretty vocally unhappy. Ryan, naturally, is paying CLOSE attention. He's also pissed at us because we're discussing the car situation instead of talking to him. He's beginning to whine and become argumentative for no reason (ah, the joys of a 3 year old!).
Me: "I just want the car fucking FIXED!"
Ryan: "I just want the car fucking BROKEN!"
Well, who could stay mad after that welcome interjection of comic relief?