As we were driving through large pot holes Lincoln began whining, "Scared. Mommy scary!".
I kept driving, "I know sweetheart, this road sucks!".
He continued to whine, "Scary, scary, scary".
I turned around to comfort him and found this.
My first motherly instinct was to freak out and grab him, right? Nope, I just stared laughing really hard. He was buckled in, but unfortunately his seat was not.
Once I started laughing he no longer was scared but instead he thought it was pretty freaking cool.
It is both of our favorite stories now.