Emma could tell this story in only eight words. By doing so, h0wever, she would most likely omit some of the more hilarious details of this sordid tale. I will use her exact verbiage to sum-up each part of the narrative.
Fehmeen, Emma, and I picked up Maheen (Emma’s Nani) in the East Bay for a shopping excursion several months ago. As we drove our Big Red Van onto 880, Fehmeen reminded Nani to buckle her seat belt. Maheen shrugged off her daughter’s warning, choosing instead to focus all of her attention on her only grandchild. As the freeway traffic came to a grinding halt, so too did the Rolling with ALS Boy van.
Now before we go any further in this story you should probably know one thing about our van. In order to make it wheelchair accessible we had to remove the center section of seats. So basically we have a driver’s seat, a spot for my power chair, and a bench in the far back of the van.
When our ride came to its abrupt stop, the un-seat belted Maheen kept right on accelerating. She came to rest in the fetal position under Fehmeen’s driver’s seat. To quote Emma, “Nani fell.”
Once we had confirmed that she was not seriously hurt, Fehmeen and I laughed until we cried. Nani picked herself up, strapped herself in, and began to say how she would never again set foot in this van as long as she lived. Our hysterical laughter from the front seats continued unabated. To quote Emma again, “Mommy and Daddy laughed.”
About five minutes later we arrived at our destination, Red Lobster. After we had all piled out of the van, Maheen noticed that she was a little bit damp around the umm, you know, umm, umm, you know where. Before I dig this hole any deeper, I am going to allow Emma to do the honors by saying, “Nani peed.”
Typed by Michele one of Jason’s many belles