Ok, so I'm a little late in posting this, but what can you say when you are trying to adjust to life with four. Anyway, this happened just last weekend, so I'm not way late.
Last Saturday Chris traded in our GTP for a new (to us) van so we would have two sliding doors and I wouldn't have to try to chuck Grace over the driver's seat to get her in the van we already own. So, Saturday night Chris switched everything around so that the "gray" van was ready for me to drive and the "white" van was ready for Chris to drive. Then, on Sunday, Chris took the "white" van to Wal-mart. When he came out of Wal-mart, the van wouldn't start. He tried and tried and all it would do was backfire so he called me to bring the girls and, more importantly, the jumper cables. I packed the girls up and we went and hooked the vans up nose to nose. He kept trying and it still wasn't working. So, he decided to pour some ether in to speed the process up. He sped the process up all right. The van backfired and caught the air filter on fire. Chris decided that instead of watching the van burn to the ground he would take his chances and take the burning air filter out. So, he grabbed the flaming thing and threw it across the parking lot. Luckily, the only thing burnt was the air filter and Chris's eye brows and eye lashes. It caught a little of the front of his hair too, but that was it. Needless to say, we had a nice repair bill for the van after that episode. :)
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