You remember when you were little and your parents would tell you to knock it off or they were going to pull the car over and make you get out & walk?

Well now my kids have that story to tell!

Small recap, I take a friends 3 kids to school in the morning along with my 2 kids. We usually walk or ride bikes but with the weather sooooo cold this morning and one of the kids getting over a pretty bad cold, I decided to drive. (At least that’s the excuse I’m using because I didn’t want to freeze my butt off walking this morning!) We take the same route driving that we do walking.

One of the kids was sick today so I only had 4 in the car. When we drive it’s a tight squeeze in the far back. William and the two girls have to squish together so they can all get buckled. The drive is about a minute and a half long, and that’s only if I get stuck at the crossing guard. You would think with 1 less kid in the back seat my children would have enjoyed having a little more space between them and could have kept their hands, feet, body’s, hats, gloves, and voices to themselves. Not the case.

My two DARLING children could NOT behave with each other. I get the 4 kids in the car and we are not even out of the drive way and my two are bugging the heck out of each other and yelling and whining. William just couldn’t keep his hands to himself, but Natalie was yelling and whining and fighting right back with him. He was poking her, she pulled his hat off his head and my warnings to knock it off were being ignored. After about the 5th warning I found an opening on the side of the road, pulled over stopped the car, put it in park and



Said “GET OUT”!!!
They both just sat there, I think they thought I was kidding.
So again I said “GET OUT and walk to school”!
Still they sat there.
The car was in park and I went to turn it off and get out to open the door for them. I think that's when they realized that I was serious.

They stormed past the other two kids, whose eyes were bugging out of their heads, got out of the car and started walking! And I pulled away! I’m pretty sure they were SHOCKED.

I drove down to the crossing guard and parked my car and got the two children, who know how to behave, out of the car. The older boy took his younger sister and said “come on let's get to school” (almost like he had to protect her) I very cheerfully said “have a good day” to them as my two caught up to us.

Natalie was very upset, and I gave her a hug and a kiss and told her I loved her. William didn’t seem to care (which bugged me) and I gave him a hug and a kiss too, handed them both the cookies I made for their class and walked them across the street.

So now my children have a story to pass on to their children about the day their mean mom pulled the car over and made them get out and walk.