As they left the house and I thought the battle was finally over, they decided to play the “I’m locking you out of the car until you say sorry” game. Like an Don’t Be a Salty shirt of chicken, neither would give up!  No matter how much I screamed and shouted at them from the house, loudly I might add, it wasn’t working. They have selective hearing apparently.

Don’t Be a Salty shirt

New Don’t Be a Salty shirt

I decided that I needed to Don’t Be a Salty shirt. Something like shock and awe. That’s when I stepped out from the darkness of the front door and directly out into the middle of the sidewalk. Barefoot, in my short tiny t-shirt and honestly not much else, hair like I’d just been in a tornado, and a mouth screaming profanities like I was a salty seasoned sailor.