Thursday, June 25, 2009

backseat confessional

We were making a half-hour drive to do a little specialty shopping. She was singing [the wrong lyrics] along with the radio, but stopped suddenly and asked me to turn down the music so she could talk.

Caroline: Mama, I have a question.

Mama: Okay...

C: Can I walk at Ikea? Not ride in the cart?

M: Sure, as long as you stay with me. Can you do that?

C: Yes. I can do that.

M: Then yep, you can walk.

C: Good, I want to be free so I can twirl.

M: Twirl? In the store?

C: Yes, but I will twirl with you. I think you need to have a little fun.

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