Unless you're an only child (like Allyson). Then you're just a weirdo.
Today we decided to skip Sunday School in favor of breakfast (we all woke up late and everyone but me totally forgot that Allyson was singing in church this morning; thus, Ben and I did not get food). On the way to Denny's we were stopped at a stoplight and Ben reached over and started banging on the back of my seat. I was all set to yell at Allyson for kicking the back of my chair before I realized it was Ben. I told them that, we all had a good laugh, etc.
Pulling into the Denny's parking lot, Allyson really did start kicking the back of my seat.
Me: Allyson Joy! What is that?
Allyson: Not me.
Me: That's not you kicking the back of my chair?
Allyson: Nope.
Me: You're the only one back there.
Allyson: I don't know what happened. I was just sitting here and then I heard pat, pat, pat.
And at that point, Ben and I died of laughter.
As an aside, the Grand Slamwich is totally ridiculous and completely tasty.
