“I don’t care if you don’t, I don’t care if you don’t, I don’t care if you don’t care! I DON’T CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE Everyone’s so full of shit! Born and raised by hippo spit!”
Smirking I glanced in the rearview mirror to the backseat where Ashley was singing along to Jesus of Suburbia, drumming on the back of my seat, her eyes hidden by a small pair of sunglasses, and her small Nirvana tee covered by a ‘Don’t Even Talk To Me Unless You’re Harry Styles’ hoodie.
Minnie was at a doctor’s appointment with Destiny and rather than drag her along, she’d left Ashley with me to remove the girls from the private school I’d shelled a shit ton of money into sending them to.
“Daddy?” Ashley sighed from the backseat.
“Yes Ma’am?” I questioned.
“Can you change the song? I’m all done with Suburban Jesus.”
“What song do you want?” I questioned.
“The only Nirvana song you know.” She giggled.
Rolling my eyes I scrolled through the songs on my phone before Smells Like Teen Spirit.
Brushing her out of control hair from her face Ashley began to head bang in her car seat, drumming, darn near expertly, on my seat.
“Hello, Hello, Hello…. When the lights out! It’s less danger! Here we are now! Entertainers! Half a stupid and contagious! Here we are now! Entertainers! A mall otto! Yeah Nirvana! A Mosquito! And a beetle! Yeah!”
Trying hard to suppress my laughter I watched as she closed her eyes and swayed back and forth slowly as the song calmed down.
“How’s it going back there?” I chuckled.
“Good!” she chirped, “I like driving with you.”
“I like driving with you too.” I replied.
“When I drive with Mommy and Minnie, we listen to dumb music.”
“What kind of dumb music?” I laughed.
“Kid’s stuff.” She sighed.
“I hate to break it to you dude but you’re a kid.” I informed her.
“But I have good music tasty.”
“Yeah,” I chuckled, “You sure do.”
Nodding she turned back to look out with window as we pulled to a stop infront of the large brick building that was Ms. Pick’s Child Development Emporium Pre-Pre-K through fifth grade.
“Do I have to go in?” Ashley mumbled.
“I’m not leaving you in the car.” I replied, putting it in park.
“I hate it in there.” She whispered.
“I know bud.” I sighed, “But I’ll be with you the whole time and then we’re going out to lunch with Mikey, Luke and Cal.”
“Okay.” Ashley sighed.
Smiling, I got out of the car then walking around to the backseat unbuckled Ashley.
“Can I carry you?” I questioned, “Or is that so not cool?”
“No!” she cried, “I can walk!”
Nodding I set her down on the ground then held out two fingers which she took into her tiny fists tightly.
Slipping my keys into my pocket I then started towards the school surveying the various blonde Mom’s in Lulu Lemon yoga pants, dropping their kids off in their expensive cars.
