Here's another little lovely gem: hubs tells me last night he lets Showboat drive home from Stockton after a dr.'s appt. As they near the freeway interchange they need, hubs tells him that he has to get over. So as he's nearing the interchange, he doesn't get over, he keeps going straight. Hubs lets him keep driving and says that he asked Showboat why didn't he get over. His reply: 'Dad, are you stupid? Tracy, that way (pointing straight), San Francisco, that way (pointing to where they needed to go).' Where do they end up? In the boonies of the city we pass through to get to where we live, nowhere near where they need to be (he was getting dropped off at his gf's house who lives in this city). This made them take a little longer to get to their destination. He told hubs, a bit upset, "Why didn't you tell me?" Hubs told him, "I did." But in his quest to be right, Showboat claims that his dad didn't. Guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, eh? By the way, did I mention Showboat got his driver's license last week? ;)





