So over the weekend, my mom was going to drop Evie and I off at the doctor’s office, and she managed to nick the fence in the back with Sara’s car. It was no big deal, nothing hurt, nothing really damaged (the fence took a little hit, but I think it’s probably fine), but it gave us a lot of fun teasing her about it all weekend. So hopefully, whoever has my mom’s name for Christmas is reading this, because I think any poem about my mom would be remiss without this incident (in my mom’s family, we draw names for Christmas and usually write poems about the person who’s names we get…mostly making fun of that person).

Anyway, I’m sure we will all forget about this little incident shortly…all of us, that is, except for Evie who continued to bring it up all weekend.

::Me backing the car out::
“Don’t hit the fence daddy!”
“I won’t.”
“Grandma did.”

::Sara backing the car out::
“Mommy, do you always hit the fence?”
“No, we don’t.”

::Evie functioning as tour guide::
“…and this is where Grandma hit the fence…”

And another driving-related-but-not-Evie-related quote that made me laugh:

Sara: “That George Lopez billboard really annoys me. Look at how annoying it is! He’s just looking at me, annoying me.”

Not the actual billboard, but similarly annoying

If anything could cause me to drive into a fence, it would be those billboards.