Curse Your Inevitable... Wait, what?

One Saturday morning as the family heads to my sons weekly soccer game my son spoke up.

“Do you member the one time you had the girl in the car?” He asked.

Now for the uninitiated in the language of a J-Rex, member in this case actually means remember, and girl means any female which is probably bi-pedal.

My wife asks “What are you talking about?” and I get the look. For those not familiar with the look it is somewhere between “how have you wronged me” and “why have you not burst into flames yet?”

Now, the only girl, according to my son's definition, who rides in my Jeep would be Mopsie, the sister of J-Rex or my wife. I am without a doubt stumped, and while I might have said something similar to my wife, I might have just made stupid sounds, after all I was getting the look.

“You know, the one who tells you what to do!” J-Rex then said in his exasperated tone.

I'm pretty sure I said “Whaaaa...???” never quite getting the T on that word. The look from my wife intensifies. I'm trying to think of what he could be talking about and I'm coming up with nothing, while trying to not look guilty for something I didn't do. Which might explain my inability to finish words.

My son still exasperated added “Member? You wore helmets!”

Now I'm certain something isn't right, I have never wore a helmet in the Jeep. Never had a reason to. Then it dawns on me what he is talking about and all becomes clear.

“Are you talking about a video game?” I ask him, to which replies “Yes” in a tone which implies that it was obvious.

Looks like using the female co-driver in Dirt 2 might be a bad idea.