gave the kids the keys for a flash lickety second so they could bring in the bags of melting groceries but quick like evil minds do!- they throw the bags on the ground, slam grampa's car into reverse and go screeching down the driveway, popping a pint of haggen daz ice cream that shoots at the side of the house from under the tire like a brown and white missile and i'm standing there watching it slide down the side of the house as i hear my kid burn about a quarter of inch off the tires and go speeding down the road until only the remnants of the blaring marilyn manson song remain floating in the breeze and i think to myself- that kid fucking rocks.