Back Seat...Car Seat Driver

“You’re getting pretty good at red and green lights, Grandma,” my three year old granddaughter remarked in the car yesterday morning. “You think so?” I asked after laughing. “Yep, you are,” she replied. She finally has the stop and go thing down. She is the most impatient child at a red light. For quite some time now she has been telling me to ‘go’ because she gets tired of sitting at red lights (some of the red lights around here are very long). My standard reply is, of course, “I have to wait for the light to turn green.” I suppose she thinks now that she understands the concept, that I’m better at it, too. In my opinion, she’s way too young to be a back seat driver! It’s bad enough that Hubby sometimes thinks he’s a co-pilot. Of course, I will admit that I have the same little character defect.

Here are a few more of the things she’s said lately that I’ve been collecting to share.
“My flower grew smaller.” Translation: “My weed wilted.”
“Are you going to put it in the washing machine to dry it?”
“Ah,man!” Translation: “Amen.” At some point I realized she was using the two interchangeably.

In answer to eldest daughter’s question, “What’s in Angola?” here is a picture Hubby took from the staff house in Luanda. His words, “It’s not Brussels!” He will be glad to know that they finally chopped down the huge, dead tree behind our fence that was hit by lightening last year. Too bad we were gone when they did it! I think it would have been interesting to watch and I know the grandson would have been delighted to observe how it’s done. There is now a great path through the woods to the greenbelt. Unfortunately, they didn't cut down the leaning willow tree. Someday it's going to crash down the fences, the arbor and land in the neighbor's pool.