My husband and son were leaning against the car chatting when I walked up to them.
"So, less than fourteen hours left," Alex quipped, with a playful smile. "Piece of cake."
Cory replied, "I don't know about the cake, I think it's going to be a tight ride."
I couldn't tell for sure, maybe it was just the self-conscious part of me, but he seemed to stress the word 'tight'.
I joked, realizing only after the words had left my mouth that they only added to the innuendo if he was implying one, "Yes, it will likely result in some unavoidable mom and son bonding."
"Well, it's you two back there for the whole drive," my husband added. "No way can I fit back there with anybody."
That was true. My husband was a big man, and there was no way my son or I would be able to fit either side by side w
