We were driving in highway gridlock, everyone in a bad mood, and Monkeyfish was asking, at fifteen second intervals: "Why are we going so slow?" "Why are we going so slow?" "Why are we going so slow?"
We answered, "We don't know." "We don't know." "We don't KNOW!" Until I finally, and firmly, called Quiet Time.
After a perfectly-timed delay—just long enough to make us believe that the topic was really closed—we heard her speak quietly from the back seat: "Maybe there's gum in the road."

She kills me!!! That i some good stuff!
Posted by: Yvette | August 15, 2006 at 09:52 AM