Car Rides

Drop-off: 

This morning I’m driving Jake and Nate to school and Jacob says from the back seat, “Mom, Mom.  I have goose pox.  I’m so cold.”

Chicken pox, goose bumps, bird flu… it’s no wonder a six-year-old could confuse the many human poultry maladies.

After dropping Jake off, Nate and I get back in the car to drive to his school.  We’re listening to the radio and Nate ask, “Mama, why San Francisco has a meat house?”

It took me a second, but then I realized we had just listened to a commercial for the House of Prime Rib.  Can you imagine what he was thinking?  A cottage made of steak?

Pick-up:

On our way home after picking-up both boys, Jacob says to me, “Mom, Mom.  There’s a lady bug on your head… April Fools!”

And then Nate says, “Mama, there’s a bug on your head… April Shoes!”

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