The "Way Back"

I'm rarely a back seat passenger in my own car. I drew the short straw, and found myself in the third row of my gigantic suv. What I discovered horrified me.

This place also known as "the way back", is Kid One's domain. It's his lair. He sits in the middle like "The Navigator" with his iPod on, headphones in, and checked out of this universe.

There is a rule in mi coche. I announce it in my very best flight attendant voice....
"Upon departing, please take all personal items with you. This includes any food wrappers or drink receptacles. Thank You."

My discovery has brought me to the conclusion, that Kid One has never.... probably never, ever, heard the exit speech.

There are burger wrappers, fruit snack wrappers, gum wrappers, ancient, petrified french fries.
Crumpled homework papers, shoes, and a hat collection.
DVD's, a cap gun, mechanical pencils....

It's like "under his bed" decided to live in my car.
I bring this to the attention of Kid One.

"Oh yeah. That."
Yes. Thaaaaat.

"Make it go away."
Pronto.

The upside of my backseat landfill is, if we were ever tragically stranded, we'd have a dooms day survival supply.
Oh, and probably a good case of food poisoning.