We've convinced my little stepsister that we ordered inflatable axles for our Chevelle. The conversation at our dinner table this evening went like this:
Dad: Did you check the mailbox for our axles?
Me: They didn't come today.
My Sister: I saw those, they wouldn't even fit in the mailbox right?
Dad: We got the inflatable kind (straight faced, dead serious)
Me: (Just trying not to laugh)
My sister: Really?
we'll see how long it takes her to figure this out....
In the mean time I had better reserve a seat in hell for making fun of her so much but she's such an easy target....