Last night we chose to go to a drive through a Christmas light display not too far from home. I thought it would be a great family activity because we could be outside yet in our warm toasty car oohing and aahing at the beautiful lights.
During the 20 minute drive there the boys watched Dr. Who on Brett's computer (I would have chosen a Christmas movie but as the designated driver I had little control over the movie choice). So we listened as The Doctor battle plastic enemies on our way to a pleasant family outing and the boys munched on salty or cinnamon popcorn provided by dad. (I'm afraid to look in the back of the car this morning.)
When we got there we switched over to Christmas tunes, slowed our speed and entered the light display. Brett asked me to turn the car lights off to respect the cars in front of us. I attempted to turn the lights off but unfortunately I could not find a setting which would completely turn them off.
That was when it started. As the kids excitedly talked back and forth noticing the moving t-rex and the tin soldiers' popping guns, Brett and I went back and forth (a.k.a. arguing) over the lights. He insisted that they could turn off all the way while I told him I tried every possible setting and they would not.
The funny part was that when I had planned this activity I thought we would have boys arguing in the car - not parents. When we got home my sister told me she thought she was going to have to send Brett and I out to the garage for a time out. That's what we tell our mom and dad when they start arguing... "do you need to go out to the garage?" Because we don't want to listen to their arguing.
After we got home Brett checked the lights on the car and discovered... I was right.
The lights don't completely turn off. Hmmmmm.
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