Monday, July 22, 2013
While I was buckling Peter into my friend's car, he asked a question that revealed my husband needs to ride shotgun more often: "Mommy, is Becky going to drive or will she sit in the woman's seat?"
Look, Grandma, a train derailment!
That would have been a disaster.
It's already a disaster!
Peter was asking why a visitor had two bottles of shampoo, so I explained that one was conditioner, used by people with long hair to avoid tangles. "Mommy, I think next time Daddy should give you a haircut, so you will have short hair and not need an air conditioner."
Mommy, why are you laughing?
Because you're being silly!
Why am I being silly?
I don't know; why are you being silly?
Because I'm three!