Monday, June 28, 2010


But in order to get to Half-Price Books, you've got to get behind the wheel of an automobile. Lately, our girl has taken it into her head that she should be the one in charge of this aspect, as well. So now, any time we pull into the parking lot of the apartment complex, you get "Gah! Gah!" from the backseat, which means "Car!" which is short for "Let ME drive the car!" And, you know, we can't do it every single time, because she wants to make like a career out of every possible opportunity, or at least a substantial imaginary road trip, out to Fredericksburg, at least. For a little while, I was trying to keep it down to one a day but am totally caving on that one, it's almost impossible to say no to that face lurching up at you out of the back seat.

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