Monday, February 19, 2007
My kids fight over shotgun constantly.
A coworker sent me a link to the shotgun guide, the official rules of calling shotgun, which my kids now stick to religiously.
It used to be, if we were going somewhere, Elijah would leave the apartment a half hour early so he could have the front seat (he’d just wait out at the car). But the official shotgun guide says you can’t call shotgun until the other competitors for the front seat are within sight of the car.
Why do they care? Mostly because our oldest, Nathaniel, is now taller than his dad, with super long legs, and doesn’t like being cramped in the back seat. He also tends to get carsick if he can’t see out the front window. But of course, the other kids can’t let him have the front seat all the time. It’s not fair.
Yesterday the boys and I picked Daniel up for lunch. When we were leaving the restaurant, Nathaniel got a refill of his soda, so Elijah made it to the car before him. He got in the back seat with his dad, and when Nathaniel came out, Elijah said, “I did you a favor, Nathaniel.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. I told Dad to take shotgun, but he didn’t want it.”
Nathaniel said, “Uh. Thanks!” and we burst out laughing. Some favor!
