I was driving in town yesterday after taking Joe to work. I have Ben, Kimmie and Ryan with me. I realize as we drive - we talk much...only I'm not usually ever the one leading the conversation - but the one answering - 'Momma, Mommy, Mommmm'.
As we were in between the blocks of Pizza Hut, Moose's and Barley's, all this happened in the span of a block and 1/2...due to slllloooww traffic ~
Ben: 'Mommy, why did you turn and not have your blinker on?' Me: 'Sorry, Ben, I'll remember next time.' Ben: 'Joe doesn't like it when you don't use your blinkers.' Me: 'I know Ben, and neither do the Police, I'll try to remember next time.'
Ryan: (who is trying desperatley to connect with the world of reading) 'Momma, that place S-A-O-O-N (he left out the L), is that a really old place?' Me: 'Yes, Moose's has been around for a long long time.' Ryan: 'It looks really old'
Kimmie: 'Mommm, when I go to bed and dream about monsters, does that mean that I am really going to see monsters? How does my dream know what they look like?' Me: 'I don't know Kimmie, maybe something you saw on TV, and something you shouldn't be seeing again.'
Ryan: 'YEAH! Like when you watched my movie 'Waterhorse'. You shouldn't see it anymore, only me and Ben.'
Kimmie: 'Mommm? I can't watch Waterhorse anymore?' Me: 'Yes you can Kimmie.' Kimmie: 'But Ryan SAID...' Ryan: 'I didn't say anything Kimmie.'
Ben: 'Mommy, you didn't turn your blinker on again when you turned........'