Come on dude. Go already

Wes and I went to pick up Zach from school today. I hate picking Zach up because the place is just... Disorganized... A pain in the rump ... With not so smart drivers that park where ever they feel like parking and kids that don't watch where they're walking because hey they're on base and have the right away. Anyway, drop off isn't bad at all, but pick up is another story.

So I park across the street in a parking lot (although most people can't seem to grasp the concept and park on the side of the road and get in the way of traffic. Reminds me of Japan). As soon as I stop the car Wes turns to me and proudly yells "IIIIIIIIeeeee POOoooooopyyyyy mommy. A need a white box. It's at a house mommmmmmmeeeee." He's got this big grin on his face that won't be there later because the boy needs to be potty trained soo after that sentence.

I walk across the street with a very stinky Wes and we wait outside for Zach. Not inside because that just adds to the confusion what with all the other parents in there and the kids trying to get out. So we wait outside and eventually spot Zach and then we all go back to the car. We get in and try to go on our merry little way, but oh here come the kids that would rather throw stuff at each other then watch where they are walking. Totally clueless about their surrounding and one of them is going to be road kill someday I think.

We finally make it out of the parking lot and to this stop sign by the main gate. The main gate is under construction now so it's a bit confusing. At the stop sign though crossing traffic doesn't stop and you can either try to go straight to get to housing or you can turn right and go up a ways. We're sitting there for a while because the person in front of us has no blinker on and apparently wants to go straight even though there are tons of cars. As luck would have it the crossing guard goes out there and so the lady should be able to go straight since all other traffic is stopped. We wait and wait some more and she doesn't go. The crossing guard comes back and then traffic goes on. Significantly more traffic too because they were stopped for so long. So we get to wait some more and the crossing guard goes out again and the lady still doesn't go.

At this point I want to honk my horn, but I'm trying not to because we aren't in a hurry. Then I hear it. This disgusted little sigh in the backseat and an annoyed "come on already." It was Zach and he was getting upset. I tried not to snicker because I really don't want him to think it's okay although we all do it at some point. "Come on Dude. Go already." *another disgusted sigh* At this point I'm trying really really really hard not to let him hear me laugh. Not laughing is now out of the question and I just need to do it quietly. "Zach, it's okay sweetie because we're not in a hurry." "But mmmmmmmmmooooooooooaaaaaaaaammmmm why doesn't that car go already? It's our turn!" He just acted like the lady was a total idiot and shouldn't be on the road. His first case of road rage. How... cute? Hilarious anyway.