Backseat Driver

So, this morning I needed to go get allergy shots before swim lessons. On the way there, my backseat driver tells me "slow down, you're going too fast. You're going to hit that truck!" (I'm on a road with a 45 mph speed limit, it's morning traffic and I'm only doing like 40 mph). Lucky for my backseat driver the light ahead was red and we were slowing down.



Later on on the way back from the aquarium:
Me: "Look at the truck next to us, it has two trailers. What do you think it has in the trailers?" (the truck has absolutely nothing descriptive anywhere on it)

Michael: "It has snacks for the cows"

(so what do cows snack on anyways?!)

I finally asked him what cows snack on. His reply: "Leaves!"

such imagination

Michael spied his Buzz Lightyear costume from last Halloween in the closet. He asked to put it on. We played Buzz and Star Command(yep, that's me!) for about an hour including through lunch which worked quite nicely. "Buzz, this is Star Command," "Your lunch is ready." While playing "Buzz" it is a requirement to talk into your wrist. He has quite an imagination.

Wake Up!

sometime in 2007? maybe.

THIS is how to wake up daddy!