New Category: Quotables

The scene:

Dad driving, mom in the front passenger seat, Jacob and Megan in the middle, and Junior, Laurent, and Geneva in the back seat. We’ve just finished gallivanting around downtown Phoenix, shooting nighttime photos and running around making fools of ourselves, as only we can do. Everyone is giddy — the shenanigans have by no means stopped, they are now merely confined to a very small space. I am blasting the air conditioning to cool my middle-aged self off after the hup. We’ve been driving for maybe five minutes, I’ve still got all the front vents blowing on me full blast, when my peripheral vision catches my wild-child, Megan, unbuckled and facing the rear. I, feeling the need to be clever, quiz her thusly:

“Megan…. what is a seat belt?”

“Errr… something you wear when your mother is cold?”

#smartypants
#wellplayed
#justwaittillyoure48

Amongst the hubbub behind me as we drive there are many snatches of song, but a couple of measures from my eldest soprano pop out, and I holler back with delight:

“Laurent! Is that Purcell?”

Laurent, with disdained disbelief:

“It’s Byrd!! Sheesh, mom!!”

#raisingthemright
#musicnerds
#cathedralchoirFTW

We’ve just returned from a long drive-about, ferrying people here and there. It involved beverages. There was a certain urgency about getting out of the car-seat and into the house for the 3yo, but he was not the first one into the house.

I’m still sitting in the car, finishing a text message to Geneva about picking her up, when Junior comes running out of the house, giggling with delight:

“Mom! I made mud inna yarrrd!”

#cantwait
#whenyougottagoyougottago
#boys