We jumped into the car, in a hurry this morning, trying to make it on time to Tiffany's swim meet. I look up to see Gavin precariously carrying a full cup of liquid. As he gingerly slides into the back seat his arm bumps and some white liquid falls to the carpet.
"Nope" I say taking the very full cup of milk out of his hands."no milk in the car. If you spill it the car will smell bad for weeks."
"Ugh..." He complains. "I'm thirsty."
Shawn pulls away and we begin making some progress towards the pool. I open my yogurt, wanting to eat something quickly before we go into the meet. (I have just returned from a 14 mile run and we've been in such a hurry I have not had a chance to eat yet.)
"Wait a minute" I hear from the back seat. "Why can you have dairy in the car but I can't?"
Shawn and I look at each other. Pretty smart kid. How do I argue with that?
"Well, your probably right Gavin". I say respectfully. "This would probably make the car stink if I spilt it. I guess we shouldn't have any dairy in the car."
He folds his arms in self awareness. Since when did the 8 year old start making the rules, I think to myself as I take big, quick bites