Earlier this week, before Erin came down with her cold (or whatever it is... hopefully, we'll know for sure after tomorrow's doctor visit), Laureen, Erin and I were leaving Target after Laur picked up some components for Erin's Halloween costume. As we were climbing into the car, I pretended like I was going to sit in Erin's booster seat in the back. Accustomed to such shennanigans, she hardly batted an eyelash as she calmly but firmly stated, "No Dadoo, this is where I sit."
"But I thought you were driving. If you're not driving, who is?" I asked.
Without a word, Erin pointed to Laureen. I smiled at Laur, and said to Erin, "Are you sure you don't want to drive?"
"No. I want Mommy to drive."
"Well, then where will I sit?"
Again, Erin silently pointed. This time, she was pointing at the front passenger seat. Shrugging my shoulders, I strapped Erin in place and shut the back door. Then glancing at Laur over the top of the car, I asked, "Do you want to drive?"
"Not really," was Laur's reply. "Do you mind driving?"
I didn't mind, and climbed behind the wheel. As I shut the door and clicked my seatbelt in place, Erin stated, "Dadoo, I thought I told you I wanted Mommy to drive."
"Why does it matter," I asked. "Do you think Mommy is a better driver than me?"
"Yes Dadoo."
"WHAT!?!?! Why? I'm a good driver! I'm at least as good of a driver as Mommy!"
"Yes Dadoo, but you hit all the bumps. Mommy doesn't hit all the bumps. So Mommy is a better driver."
I looked at Laureen, and she simply smiled back at me.
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