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April 23, 2005
Backseat Driver
I picked up WildChild yesterday afternoon. He's been sick with a spring cold, and since his throat was still pretty raw from coughing (he sounded like a 4 yr. old Tom Wait) I suggested that we stop for chocolate milkshakes instead of our usual candy & pop. Which he thought was an excellent idea, and soon he was happily slurping down his milkshake as we headed back to Fayetteville.
I started to make the sharp turn off the street onto the on-ramp when a raspy voice piped up from the back seat.
"Ma! Slow down! You not drive fast! You drive slooooooow! Slow down right now!" Now it's not like I was speeding. We'd been sitting at a stoplight before I turned, and I was doing maybe 40 mph up the on-ramp when he started complaining.
I looked in the mirror and he was clutching his milkshake for dear life with both hands. I giggled and said "Yes sir!" I knew what he was thinking. He'd went on a field trip with his headstart class not too long ago, and had dropped his rootbeer on the bus.....which spilled everywhere of course. He wasn't taking any chances with his precious chocolate milkshake.
Usually he's griping at me for driving too slow. "Go faster Ma. Drive like a race car! Drive crazy!!" Or insists I should pass the car in front of me because it's going too slow. And when we're stuck in traffic, he tries to convince me that my car is an airplane car & we can just fly home.
Just what I needed.
A 4 yr. old backseat driver.
Posted by Rita at April 23, 2005 07:41 PM