Today I drove my mom’s van into town to pick up the kids from school. After much arguing over who got shotgun, Jacob had it the first part and then switched at the recycling drop off with Jenna. 

So we are driving along, Jenna and I talking while Jacob is stuck way in the far back (the middle seats are out of the van). 

Suddenly we see a stick waving around between the front seats. I look and it’s Jacob waving an ice scraper in our direction and trying to poke it at Jenna. 

I look at him in the rear mirror and he says what? It’s my FOMO stick. Don’t forget about me back here. 

FOMO or the fear of missing out. It’s a real thing. 

Happiness moment. That kid makes me laugh