Right after we get in the car each morning, Dad hollers, "Ok, is everyone here?!" I usually answer for both John and myself and then ask, "Are you here, Dad?" Just part of our routine. However, I must have been a little tired the other day because it went like this:
Dad: Is everyone here?!
[Silence from the backseat]
Dad: Ok...Johnny! Are you here?
Tess: Yes, he is here.
Dad: Tess, are you here?
Tess: I am grumpy.
We baked cookies in class last week and I got to take one home. Getting in the car at school:
Tess: I want to hold my cookie [it was in a ziploc bag]
Dad: That's fine, but you know there's no eating in the car, right?
Tess: Yes, I know. There's eating in Mom's car, though. [This was news to Dad.]
I found a pine cone on campus the other day and Dad told me to throw it and we could watch Keillor try to catch it. I thought about it and then sadly proclaimed, "But Keillor doesn't have hands."
A few minutes later we saw some students on their way to baseball practice. Dad saw their bats and asked me what I thought they were going to do. I said, "Baseball! Like Joe Mauer and Torii Hunter!"
I was playing with Keillor while Dad was making dinner the other night and for whatever reason I was cracking myself up. At one point I wondered out loud, "I bet Keillor liked to play this game when he was a kid!"
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