Tax Day

On Saturday, Papa, Angie, Ryan and Harmony rode to the accountant's place about 65 miles away to get their taxes done. We've been using them as our accountants for 30 years, and love those people so why ruin a good thing... I stayed home to keep an eye on the dogs because Gypsy still has staples in her belly. Besides, I really wasn't needed there so why stress out if I didn't need to right?
Anyhow, this is what Papa told me:

He's driving along and Harmony's in the backseat and she says, "Papa, you're going 75!?" (she's 6 now and knows her number ya know) Papa says, "I know I'm passing a car". Harmony says "Well the sign right there says 55, so you better slow it down MISTER!"

Then as they were coming into a town, the light turned yellow and Papa went through the yellow light and Harmony says "Papa the light turned yellow, and you just went by it, the cops are gonna get you!" And Papa says, No they won't, there's no cops here." And Harmony says "Well, don't expect ME to visit you in jail!" LOL