I’ve prided myself on making good use of all that time we spend in the car–memorizing Shakespeare, the Declaration of Independence, scriptures; composing stories; azalea/candycane/pumpkin spotting. But I guess I must be slipping, because in the past 1.5 years, I have heard the following things from my toddler seated behind me:
1. Mommy, did you gather up your thoughts yet?
2. Can I get a [Lifesavers Sugar Free] Sour to keep me quiet?
3. Mommy, could you turn on a show so I won’t bother you?
4. Oooo! Are you putting on one of my stupid shows?!
Oh dear. Have I really said such things? It is true that just getting into the car is quite an ordeal. Once I’ve got all the snacks and diapers packed, all the wriggling bodies strapped in, and the stroller dismantled and hoisted into the back, I need a few moments to collect myself before I’m ready to “make up a story about a butterfly!” or “tell [Fluffy] everything [I] did during preschool!”