Overheard Minivan Conversations

Drew: Are we going to Mimi's house?

Lily: No, she's not there. She's in Boston.

Me: Texas. Mimi is in Texas.

L: Oh, Mimi's in Texas, Drew. She's not at her house.

Later....

D:Are we going to Pizza Hunt?

L: Pizza HUT Drew. P-p-p-pizza HUT.

D: Yeah, Pizza HUNT! Are you going to Pizza HUNT?!

L: Drew! Hunt is what Uncle Michael dooes (yes, dooes!). It's Pizza Hut.



Later....

D: I want to go to Gwammaw's house. Turn straight so we can go to Gwammaw's house.

M: We weren't invited. We're just going for a drive today.

D: We are va-vited. I was va-vited.

M: Well, we're not going today. We're just going for a drive to get out of the house.

D: I WANT TO GO TO GWAMMAW"S HOUSE! TURN STRAIGHT!!!

(meanwhile, Lily makes a suggestion that I can't remember right now.)

D: DON"T TALK TO ME THAT WAY!!! DON"T TALK TO ME UNTIL WE GET TO GWAMMAW"S!! Turn STRAIGHT MOMMY!

And again Later....

D: My pants want to go to Gwammaw's house.

M: What?! Why do your pants want to go to Grandma's house?

D: Beeeecccaaauuuusssse my pant were va-vited. My pants want to go to Gwammaw's house. Aaaaaannnnd....my boots want to go to Gwammaw's house. Aaaaannnnnnd my seat belt wants to. And my legs want to.

This is what it's like at my house everyday. Every. Day.