Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Guess what doesn't help fix a flat tire?

A toddler:
Oh. Hai.
Specifically, a toddler who decides that sitting quietly in her carseat is not an option:
You can't strap me down, people!

And who would rather bounce up and down in the back of the car (on the side of said flat tire) while shouting, "Daddeeee, Daddeeee I seeeeeee youuuuu!":
"I Bouncing, Daddy!"

And stompin'

100% Pure Rascal

She finds it humorous to torment her father.

Dadddeeee was not amused:
Uh, hello?!?
Despite her best cuteness efforts:
You can't deny me.

I will melt your face with my cuteness.

Long story short, Bea and I were out running errands. We came out of The Happiest Place on Earth BuyBuyBaby to discover a flat tire. Thankfully, AAA is employing super hot tow truck men these days. Er, wait... actually, I'm thankful that my super hot husband works close by our house that he could come rescue us:
He refused to work topless. I was disappointed.

Except, Daddies can't be trusted to do this sort of work unsupervised. So Beatrice Kate, our ever-curious two year old, decides to help. And by help, I mean... well, you'll see:
You're doing it all wrong. Imbeciles!

I couldn't help but visualize scenes from the iconic film, A Christmas Story, when Ralphie drops the entire hub cap of lug nuts:

Yea, that's scene. Right before my very eyes, a dramatization of that entire scenario was playing out:

Ohhhhhh Fuuuudddgggeeee.

It was at this time that my husband says, "Uh, if you would like to drive home this afternoon; I suggest you take that away." So I did what any responsible parent would do. I took more photos:

And then I took it away. And then she found a new "toy". And by "toy" I mean, part of the car jack; which was now a cane, similar to what our Great Aunt Sue uses (only smaller, and not actually a cane):

When that got tiring, she decided to assist Daddy in putting on the spare tire:

Until "assisting" turned into "I'll do it myself, thankyouverymuch":
Just watch me. I'll show you how it's done. Idiots.

Who needs a wrench when you've got toddler-power tightened wheels?
On the bright side, at least now I don't have to call my husband when I get a flat tire. I'll just send my little Grease Monkey out as my pit crew...



  1. this was HILARIOUS!!! thanks for the laughs!

  2. So funny! And yes, thanks for afternoon laughs!