I've noticed that I've become a slave to work schedules and school schedules and tae kwon do schedules. Meanwhile, my Dad is suddenly traveling all over the world and watching prime time and reading all these really cool books that have nothing to do with parenting! He's kind of living the life I used to have until I had kids. Historically, my ponderings over this role reversal never last more than a minute or two because, well, I'm busy. However, I've become alarmed. Real text conversation with my Dad a few weeks ago:
Dad: Can I borrow your van to bring a goat to MD?
Me: Are you even allowed to bring a goat across state lines?
Me: Isn't this the sort of thing that teenagers beg for their parent's forgiveness for?
Dad: I don't know
Me: I'm sure you can appreciate my position of "do I ask more questions or just get the bail money ready?"
Dad: No jail, just fines and impoundment. No worries!!
Yes, the same man who wouldn't let me take his car to my 11th grade cast party wanted to borrow my van to drive a goat across state lines. My Dad is officially a teenager! And if it's true that what goes around comes around, good Lord please help me!!
I began researching to see if it's even legal for my van to bring a goat across a state line. Turns out that there are people all over this country driving goats across all sorts of state lines in broncos, mini-vans, station wagons and trailers! Seriously, I never would have guessed that goats were so popular! There are entire websites dedicated to transporting your goat!! Who knew?
Unfortunately, it's against my HOA bylaws for me to have a pet goat! And while the goat is happily in it's new MD home, I'm clearly going to have to increase the Dad bail money fund!
WHEN EVIL TWINS ATTACK POSTS!!!
(I know this was in a movie somewhere I want to say Short Circuit maybe?)