Entry FeedThere is something funny about driving around in the minivan. It is like the kids forget you are there, and have the funniest conversations.
With Son One and his friends, I have to remind myself to bite my tongue and let them say whatever they want (Yes - I say "HEY!" when they use bad language.) The other day I had Son Two and Daughter in the back. This was their conversation.
Daughter: You want to go on a date? (Yes, she just asked her brother for a date.)
Son Two: Huh? (As Daughter is just like her mom, so Son Two is just like his dad.)
Daughter: We could go on a date!
Son Two: And do what?
Daughter: (pause... thinking) We could jump on the bed, or jump on a trampoline... (NOTE: Maybe I should take Husband on a date where we get to jump on a trampoline - sort of sounds like it would be a lot of fun!)
Son Two: We don't have a trampoline.
Daughter: Yes we do.
Son Two: It is mine. I got if for my birthday.
Daughter: I WANT A TRAMPOLINE!
Son Two: IT IS MINE!
Daughter: NO! I WANT IT!
Son Two: IT IS MY TRAMPOLINE AND I WILL NEVER LET YOU JUMP ON IT!
Daughter: AAAAHHHHHH!
Me: HEY!
The good news is that I didn't have to lay down the law and explain that no one will be dating until they are 16... Daughter doesn't want to date her brother anymore.