Rebecca M Avery Books

Listen to ridiculous stuff during the 6:30AM car ride to school (or whereever).  This morning's selection was an old Lionel Ritchie CD I found.  Even in his nearly catatonic state he managed to look over at me in complete disbelief.

Result = "This should be illegal this early in the morning.  Seriously, Mom... anything else and I won't complain.  Swear it on my life."

I simply smiled, turned it up and sang along.  It brought back memories of rollar skating to Endless Love and irritated the pajeemies out of him in the process.  Payback Baby!  Mom = 10/Boy = -10