"Mommy! Stop! There's a STOP sign!"
"Mommy! Did you put your blinker on? Did you?"
"Mommy! Why did you turn there? Don't we go straight?"
Perhaps a better mother than I would find this habit charming. She might even decide that it is amusingly precocious. As for myself, however? The backseat driving grates on me to the nth degree.
So! As we were driving David to science class the other day, I had to swerve (twice). I winced as I did so, knowing that my evasive maneuvers would unleash a torrent of commentary from behind me. I was right.
"Mommy! Why'd you do that?"
"Mommy! What's that in the road?"
David, more patient than I ever will be, took over the job of explaining. "There were some bags of mulch in the road," he told the girls. "She didn't want to hit them."
"Mommy! Why is there mulch in the middle of the road?"
Why is there mulch in the middle of the road? Now there was a question I didn't mind answering.
"Because," I said, "it couldn't get to the other side."
Sometimes? Life is good.
Image credit goes to ivman's blague - do click on that link, he has a slew of great chicken jokes and a funny newspaper clipping.