Blogging While Driving

I saw a Dr. Phil show earlier this week in which he discussed the evils of text messaging while driving. I'm convinced: it's dangerous and bad.

However, Dr. Phil must understand that when my son is saying funny/quirky things, I have to be able to write them down. In the car. Right away. Until he does a specific show about blogging while driving, I'm feeling okay about my actions.

Today's entry from the car (and no, I'm not in the car now. I wrote it long-hand in the car):

J: Mom, can you keep a secret?
Me: Umm...(long pause)...Yes. [No, I'll be blogging your secrets later.]
J: I'm a cyborg.
M: Oh. How can you tell?
J: I see the future when I close my eyes. And I'm faster than a speeding waistband. [Thanks for that, Captain Underpants. By the way, that Captain Underpants link is really fun.]
M: Um...okay.
J: I can also read minds. You're thinking that you love me.
M: Yes, I am.
J: And I can see double. [crosses eyes and stares at nose]
M: Are you sure you're a cyborg, Jake?
J: Yes, and it makes me a little sad.

Okay. My poor sad cyborg son.