Tuesday, April 10, 2012

The back seat of my car (is where the wild things are.)

Last night while driving home in comfortable silence, after a long day at my parents' house... Elaine's little voice from the back seat, "Mommy? Am I born to be wild?"

Me, repressing a smile, conversationally, "Well, what do you think about that, sweetie?"

Elaine, pondering, then concluding, "I think I am."

Val, immediately interjecting in the way that bossy big sisters do, "No, I don't think we're born to be wild because 'wild' means 'interesting' and we aren't very interesting."

1 comment:

  1. I think Elaine's conclusion is valid.