4 Miles

This conversation takes place in the car on the way home.  We were stopped at a red light with a car in front of us.  I will be playing the part of Daddy(D).  I was driving.  Tina was playing the part of Mommy(M) and she was sitting in the passenger seat next to me.  The Tort was sitting behind me in his back seat, drivers seat and will be playing himself(TT).

TT: Green Daddy, go, go, go
D: I can't go, I have to wait for the car in front of me to go.
TT: What?
D: I have to wait for the car in front of me to go.
TT: Why?
D: Because, if I don't, I will run into the back of them.  Do you want me to run into the back of them?
TT: Who are they?
D: I don't know.
TT: Maybe they are . . . maybe they are . . . maybe they are . . .
M: {interrupting} We don't know who they are.
TT: {with conviction} We don't know WHO they are daddy!

Like I was asking HIM who they were.  Right.  Good thing he can interpret his mommy for me.  I am sure Dave Barry has an article discussing the inability for a husband to understand his wife.  That is why God made 3 year olds.

The other day I let Will play with ANYTHING in the craft drawer he wanted. He picked the "messy fingerpaints". He did a great job, but as you can see, (click on the bold to see a close up of the work being discussed) the artist was was going through a "black" period. This is due to his black paint falling out of the container as a glob onto the paper. We were going to send it to Grandma Lo, but figured by the time it dried, she'd be back home and we could give it to her at Christmas.