You own a MINIVAN?! WOW, how exciting!! I adore them! Cool Ride...MAN, I wish I had one. They're awesome. Chillin' coach, babe.
No, not really. That doesn't happen. I absolutely lied.
To make driving in a minvan THRILLING, we like to do rhyming games in the car. Truthfully, we do it SO much that I'm afraid that I'll start talking in rhyme in my regular life. Or perhaps burst into song. That, indeed, would be a grave mistake - for everyone around me. The expression TIN EAR fits me well. I wonder if it has to do with my large ears? Perhaps large ears have a tendency to be tin? Could be. Could be... So, anyway, rhyming in the car passes the time, breaks up fights, distracts the objects that seem to become airborne mysteriously. The other day we were headed home after picking up BOY from preschool.
Me: So, what shall we have for lunch today? How about some peas?
ME: I think we should have peas in the leaves with a bunch of fleas?
BOY & GIRL: No!
ME: What about corn before you were born in a baby Bjorn?
ME: How about... bread with Fred colored red? [I know you are absolutely in AWE of my rhyming ability. Maybe this is my true gift?]
BOY: No WAAAY!!!
ME: How about edamame? (sounds like EttaMommy)
GIRL: No! Yucky!
ME: How about edadaddy? I think we should have edadaddy.
BOY & GIRL: NO!!!!!
ME: When daddy gets home I think we should stuff him full of vegetables, put him in the oven and have him for dinner.
BOY: No, Mommy. I LOVE him. He's NOT food.
ME: He's not?
BOY: No. He's my friend. I can't eat him. I love him.
Our BOY, loyal to the end...