Entering a New Era

Today I stepped out of my car to help my daughter deliver candles. She made it back to the car before I. I don't know how it happened, but she managed to find two slugs on her way and then put them in my car. Before I opened my door, it seems that every child had had a slug thrown on them. Blissfully unaware, I stepped into my van, sat down, and cranked my car. Halfway down the long drive I became aware of the chanting chorus- Mom, there's a slug in your chair. MOM, you're sitting on a slug!!!!

Stop.

Clarification- what kind of slug are you talking about? (Thinking of the kind that look like a washer...)

THE ANIMAL HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! shrieks of laughter from the kids as I slammed on my brakes and jumped out and began shrieking myself- thankfully in a strange neighborhood where I had already finished my business.

Practical Jokes. It's ON!

Oh, and let me just say, there is still another slug lost in my van. May it slime her car seat all night.

Also, how can the dainty little tea party loving princess ballet dancer actually TOUCH a SLUG? I'm disgusted.