Because our summer schedule is a bit more flexible, we’ve tried to commute at least one day a week. Since today the kids are with G’ma, the “together” time was a bit longer than the days when we normally drop the kids off at daycare. And, because I can stand no more Brett Favre talk on the radio, I turned it waaaaay down. So we could talk. And it went something like this:
Mike (spying jogger ahead, and turning the wheel ever-so-slightly towards him): Ooh! Jogger! Ten points, because they’re elusive!
Meg (from the back seat): Avocado! Three points!!
Mike: Avocado? Where? They’re not indigenous to these parts!
Meg and Mommy chuckle at the usage of “indigenous”.
Reilly: Mom! Dad’s trying to be smart again. I think it’s time for his pill!
Everyone in the car dissolves into giggles. Reilly’s record for a.m. wit goes unblemished. How does he do that??? (I know what his answer would be, because it’s his standard answer for everything — “because I watch TV”).
Great.
