Last night we were driving home from the mall, the 'new' way to our 'new' house. The exit off the highway was nearing and LP starts wailing,
"THERE IS OUR EXIT! JANA TAKE THAT IT'S OUR EXIT!"
"Oh, that's south, we need to go north. The next one is our exit."
I gave him an all knowing like, like, duh, I knew where I was going.
ONLY because last week I'd taken the first exit instead, but he didn't need to know that.