That's right you heard me. My dad has been working so hard on my ride it's like a whole new car. All I can say is that rattle in the dash that made me scratch my eardrums is finally gone. What I can say is, that I have some pretty sweet wheels.
You should all have a mechanic for a dad. Or a dad as a mechanic. It's pretty great.
On another note Lexi has taught us a new song.
"Three little monkeys swinging on a tree. Here comes mister crocodile, Can't catch me, Can't catch me! GULP. No more little monkeys are swinging on that tree!"
It's terrifyingly funny and all children should sing it.
Lexi is doing ok, by the way. She is still 4 so I don't think she'll be as cooperative as I want. Is there a pill for that?