WARNING: Objects in mirror are crazier than they appear.
Please excuse the fact that (almost) 2 & 1/2 year olds should not have pacifiers--but it was almost bedtime and I am a sucker for vacuum-wielding toddlers. Well, one is a vacuum and one is a "pretend" vacuum that causes Aidan to constantly chatter about it needing new batteries because its nonexistent light and noises don't work. Instead, all it does is make those clunky chime noises and none of the cool vacuum noises that the red one makes. If only they made mini-pretend Dysons, then my Tyson could have a little brother that Aidan could use.
Inevitably, this game of vacuum-style follow the leader ends in a giant road-rage induced game of chicken, and their vacuums are smashed together with so much force that I'm surprised either of them are still in one piece.
And speaking of Road Rage, I was running errands last week when I encountered some familiar USPS aggression. I was on a two lane road that was about to merge to one lane, when this mail jeep came flying around me at the last minute and cut me off in the middle of an intersection. The bandana and giant glasses were a big blur, but I'd recognize that blur anywhere. Guess who? Yup. It was her. I can't escape her or her raging driving, even 15 minutes from my mailbox. I'm actually kind of surprised she didn't chuck my mail at my windshield as she was swerving in front of me--she was obviously in a hurry and that would've saved her some time later.