On the way to Grammy's house, five miles away.
"Where we goin', Mommy?"
"Grammy's house, honey. For lunch and a nap."
(fifteen seconds elapse while she looks out the window and I drive.)
"Where are we goin', Mommy?"
"Grammy's house, honey."
"I don't want to go to Grammy's."
(beat)
"Where we goin', Mommy?"
"To Grammy's, where we go almost every day. You love it there."
"Would you like to go to that restaurant, Mommy?"
"Huh?" (I see the local sandwich shop on our left.) "Oh, that's a nice place, isn't it?"
"Neighbor's Mill. You want to go there, Mommy?"
(beat)
"How 'bout Sonic? Sonic's good, Mommy. You want to go there?"
"Mommy, where we goin?"
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9:55 PM
We have so many similar conversations. It makes me a little nuts.
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