With the birth of David, it fell to me to be the kids' chauffeur to school each morning. They enjoy the mornings when we get to put the top down (68 degrees is about their limit, and anything below the mid-70s gets them to stick their arms inside their shirts), and stroll through the drop-off line in style. Emily's friends ooh and aah with fun envy, and beg her for a chance to get a ride home. Alas for Emily, the afternoon pickup is handled by Julie & the Suburban.
Most mornings, i am entertained by their banter. Sometimes, it almost seems like a scripted comedy routine. I probably can't transcribe the moments well enough to entertain you, but i'll share some nonetheless...
This morning...
Jackson: David is a worm in my womb [that's what i heard anyway]
Dad: What?
J: David is a worm in my womb
[pause]
D: Oh, he's alone in your room
Emily: What did you think he said?
D: He's a worm
A couple of days ago...
J: [whispering to Emily] Julia is first
E: Who's second?
J: [???], and [???] is third
E: Oh, does she have dark hair?
J: It's like yours, except round
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