Little Pitchers and their Freaking Ears
My kid and I were at the Miller Motorsports Park to support my brother in his quest for a professional drifting license (who knew THOSE existed).
After a long and hot day, as we head toward the car, my kid needs to go to the bathroom. We search for one but I only see the men's room. I am exasperated."Where's the freaking bathroom?"
We finally find the women's room and when we're done, my kid asks me where we were going now. "We're going to find the car and head home."
Without missing a beat, she asks "Where's the freaking car?"