The scene: This morning, driving to school on an in-town expressway with the last of the a.m. rush.
The players: A mommy with a million things on her mind and a hyperaware (nosy is what she is) 3-year-old.
I was thinking about all I had to get done before pick-up at 1 p.m. when I realized I was in the wrong lane and my exit was approaching. I was in the middle lane and needed to get over to the right, but there was a car in my way. I sped up so I could get in front of him, but he sped up, too. (Huh?) After a few seconds of that, I slowed way down, so I could get behind him.
The dickwad just stayed there, maintaining the precise speed so I couldn’t get in front or behind him. I slowed down further and told him, “Go! Go! Goo-ooo!” And then muttered, “Asshole.”
Immediately from the back seat Tink piped up, “You shouldn’t say that, Mommy! That’s a not very nice word! Don’t say that word!”
Shamed, I solemnly agreed. “You’re absolutely right, sweetheart. I should never say that word. Nice young ladies like us don’t use words like that.”
“That’s right, Mommy,” she nodded. “You should say, ‘Excuse me, please.’ You say, ‘Excuse me, please’! Don’t say, ‘Go’! That’s not very nice.”
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anna 11.12.08 at 11:48 am
LOL
I can’t wait for Mini to start talking, so I can have these kinds of conversations.