On my way home, BigDaddy called to see how the traffic was doing.*
With his neat hand free system, the phone works through the cars’ speakers and there is a microphone near his visor.
Munchin pipes up, “Mommy, Daddy thinks we’re going to a birthday party.”
Being silly, I say, “Are we?”
Munchkin: “Where are we going?”
Me: “I’m going with you.”
Munchkin: “Are we going to T’s birthday…TODAY?!?!”
Then Peanut shouts, “I’m going to K’s birthday party!!!!”
Then the best line of the night… “Daddy, you were right! We ARE going to the birthday party tonight.”
BigDaddy laughs, “You better get used to saying that.”
I followed it up with, “I’m going to remind you about this when you’re 16.”
* Traffic was horrible. 2 accidents WB on the 401. Gardiner moving way too slowly. Blah.