Driving in the car with these kids is never a quiet experience. More often than not, there's a little humor mixed in. Why is it that kids say some of the most hilarious stuff when they're strapped into car seats? Kind of makes me want to bring the car seats into the house.
Lexi, at 5 years and three quarters, (and don't you forget it), is very big into "teaching" her younger sister. Yesterday, this involved peppering her with random questions. I was actually surprised that Caly(3) was getting most of them correct. "What makes a rainbow?" "How do plants grow?" "What time of day does the sun come up?" When Caly would get stumped on a question of when Lex didn't really know the answer, she'd ask me. I'd answer and she'd move to the next.
Then she asked Caly, "Where do babies come from?"
Caly was silent for a minute and I held my breath. I'm not scared of that conversation, but I really didn't want to chat it up about how babies were made while driving 70mph down the interstate with a squealing baby and rambunctious toddler in tow.
Inevitably, they asked me, "Mama? Where do babies come from?"
Then Lex saved the day, "OH! I know! They come from bellies! Of course!"
Of course indeed. I was 2 seconds away from saying, "Let's ask Daddy when we get home!" Shaun can thank me later.
Later, as we drove through my parent's neighborhood, Lexi commented at how all of the houses were made of brick. Caly agreed, then said,
"Yeah. And that's good. Because, you know, then the Big Bad Wolf can't blow them down."
Forget tornadoes and hurricanes, Big Bad Wolf prevention ranks as number 1 importance. I think she has a future in national security.
Driving home from places around bedtime usually means that I'm hoping, praying, and trying to get those kids to just STOP. TALKING. FOR. ONE. STINKING. SECOND. AND. GOTOSLEEP.
Because they will talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and keep themselves awake. It's like a ninja skill.
The car had settled into a relative silence and I peered back into the rear view mirror to see who was asleep. No one, but hey... oh well. Soon.
Then Sayer spotted Shaun driving in front of us and exclaimed, "MOMMY! Dat's Daddy's car! Dat's Daddy! Let's go TACKLE HIM!"
I said, "OK, um, maybe when we get home? We're driving!"
Of course, when you're 2, that is so not a problem, "No, Mama! Let's go tackle him! WIT OUR CAR!"
Yeah, he's totally not allowed to drive.