G and I talking after dropping the kids off at school one day last week:
Me: I haven’t ridden on a bus since Z’s last Kindergarten field trip. I tell him that I have to drive separately because I have errands to run after the field trip, and by errands I mean going to Chic Fil A for a large iced tea.
G: That’s not an errand.
Me: It’s an errand if I say it’s an errand.