Underage Backseat Driver

Evan: Slow down, Mom!  Slow down!  You’re going too FAST!!


Me: Baby, we’re on the freeway.  Mommy is not going too fast.


Evan: Can you hear me?!  You’re going too fast!  Slow down!  Slow down!


Me: Mommy isn’t going too fast.  She’s in the fast lane.


Evan: Turn up the heater; then you’ll slow down!


Me: Look!  That motorcycle passed us.  That car is passing us.  That truck will pass us in a minute.


We drive on in silence as we listened to Christmas carols on the radio.  Listening to carols this early in December is something I never did until this year as Sean can sing the chorus to “Deck the Halls” and Evan is making his own versions of the popular songs.  We merge onto the next freeway.  We get into a lane next to a little bright yellow truck that pulls slowly away to reveal a large yellow Batman sticker covering the back window.


Evan: Look, Mommy!  It’s Batman!  Go faster, Mommy!  Go faster!  We need to beat Batman!  Look, Mommy, Batman!


Me: Evan, it’s not a race, and we have to turn off soon.


Evan: No, Mommy, we can win!  Our car is better!  Go get Batman!  (I merge to the right and start to excite the freeway on an overpass.)  Yea!!  We won!  (Of course, now the Batman truck is in the distance underneath us.)  Look, we beat Batman!  There he is!  We win!



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