I took my son into Super Walmart today to get a new fishing reel. That boy has been fishing so much, that he busted his old one.
We walked in, and I took the main aisle to the right - not my usual route.
"Mama," my son said. "You're not going the right way."
"Sure I am," I said.
"No. You're supposed to go straight, and then take a right."
"I can go this way," I reassured him.
"Mama, I think your GPS is broken."
"Nothing wrong with my GPS," I said as I kept walking.
He made a face and followed. I meandered through the aisles, purposely making the journey seem as complicated as possible. Finally we arrived at the sporting goods section. The fishing poles rose victoriously into the air, announcing our arrival.
"See, I told you we'd get here."
"Yeah, but I still think your GPS is seriously messed up!"