I thought I was almost done crossing things off the list of "things I will never allow/resort to/say when I am a parent."
Apparently not, because my car now has stickers on the insides of four (four!) windows. Better yet, two are Sponge Bob, one is Sesame Street, and one is Transformers. They all came from the doctor's office. (I know they didn't come from the haircut place because you should see my shaggy-headed children. It's a little hippie up in here right now.)
Yes, I drive a station wagon. One that's eight years old and has a big dent on one side because I practically rammed it myself with a shopping cart. One that's carpeted with crumbs and critically important crayon drawings and reusable shopping bags and gum wrappers.
But really, the stickers have driven away any last shred of decency and coolness I had left.
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Wow. That is something. I knew this is what happens when you move to the suburbs. I just knew it.
My car sounds just like that. We are busy mums, we are still totally cool. Honestly.....
I still have a few remnants of stickers too. I should have a bumper sticker that says "I compost in my car"
Whoops. "Goo Gone" will get those off. :)
Your kids are far too young to have you thinking you're almost done crossing those things off the list. Think of the teenager years to come!
I always say car is only a station wagon on the OUTSIDE. From behind the wheel, I could pretend to be driving anything... :-)
We're managing to keep the crumbs off the floor, for at least minutes more, I'm sure. No stickers in the car yet, but we've got a whole battlefleet of stickers on the little dude's wall. At least they're removable (I think).
A station wagon is totally cool. But only if you remember to call it a "wagon," not a station wagon, and you drive it to a ski resort. At the ski resort you have to park in the locals' parking lot (the lodge is just for tourists), open the hatch and sit in the back while you put on your ski boots. Stickers are cool, too, but only if they boast the names of all the other resorts where you've skiied...
(My town is FULL of ski snobs. New Yorkers have nothing on the people who live in ski towns, I tell you!)
I've got stickers on the *outside* of my car. Technically they are decals. My mother will lose her mind when she sees them.
Lady M, you have no crumbs? How can that BE?!
My goofballs (that was said in a loving tone) immediately put the stickers on their clothing. 6 out of 10 times I will catch it before it goes through the wash.
I drive a 14 year old Sebring. My kids think it's soooooo ke-wel. Dummies.
But wait...are there any stickers on the BUMPER? or the back window?
De-Solv-It or the trusty Magic Eraser work well for those, too.
I wish I had a station wagon. So from where I'm sitting, you really couldn't be cooler.
Ahhh stickers. They can evoke the gamut of emotions. They make my kids so happy and make me so, so sad.
You have me scared - I am still a hold-out on allowing this but now I worry that it will happen one day and it might take me a while to notice...
i went out yesterday with one of Oscar's Thomas the Tank engine stickers stuck on the back of my coat. i did not have Oscar with me.
i imagine i looked young at heart.
The last time we went to my husband's grandfather's house, my children found a big sheet of address stickers that they were told they could have.
Guess what is stuck all over the backseat of my car?
Three guesses!
I think we're all laughing at this one because we can totally relate. It's like those horrid Halloween clings my grandma used to send -- and the kids couldn't wait to decorate their bedroom windows and the sliding door and ... you know how it goes.
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