One thing the girls always mention on our way to Visalia, is the bad smelling dairies we pass in route. This time was no different. Except for the fact that I tried to say something funny about it, and it was NOT received well ...
Amanda: Mom, does it smell on your side of the car?
Me: Huh? Why would it only smell on this side of the car?
Amanda: Megan said it smelled like cow manure, but I don't smell anything on my side.
Me: Well, maybe it's Megan manure, if she's the only one who can smell it.
Amanda laughed. I laughed. Megan did not. I waited for her to argue with my theory, but was met with silence. Uh oh.
Amanda: Uh Mom, Megan's crying. Just so you know.
I apologized to Megan three times, but was never acknowledged.
Guess Thanksgiving is officially over, thanks to me.