Craig left for West Branch at 3:00 a.m. this morning. Needless to say, when he got home at 4:30 p.m., he was ready for a nap. When I got out of work, I headed out and got Kate. Kate has this new thing of telling me which way to turn when I am driving. It works out as long as I am indeed going the direction she thinks I should be. If, by chance, we are going somewhere other than where she's telling me to go, well, let's just say at that point she considers me "WRONG". Parents don't know anything, don't you know?Along with my built in navigation system comes a constant reminder of the rules of the road. On any given trip, I get these gentle reminders:
"Green means go. Go cars, go." Which is even better when people aren't moving and she yells, "Go people, GO!". I honestly have no idea where the kid got this.
"Red means stop."
"Yellow means sloooooowwwwww down." This is only effective if you say slow very sloooooowwwwwwwwlllllllyyyyyyy
"White means stay in the lines!"
So, I am driving home with directions and constant reminders from the back seat, when Kate moves to her next question:
KATE: Is DaddyO's truck home?
ME: Yes, it is. Your Daddy is sleeping though.
ME: You know what? When we get home, you can run in and wake him up.
KATE: I'm going to run in and I am going to yell, WAKE UP STINKY DUDE!