Mother (driving):
Child (reading in back of car):
Monotone NPR Guy on radio: …and so it wasn’t until the late eighteenth century that the piano as we know it came into existence, blah, blah, blah, blahbitty, blah....
Mother: Do you know what people mean when they say “eighteenth century”.
Child (reading in back of car):
Mother: Hey!
Child: What.
Mother: Do you know what people mean when they say “eighteenth century”.
Child: Yes.
Mother: Do you know…you know what it means, right? Eighteenth century?
Child: Yes.
Mother:
Child (reading in back of car):
Mother: Well, can you tell me what it means?
Child: MooOOooooOooom.
Mother: You know it means….
Child: Yes. Yes. Yes. I know what it means. It means the 1700s. 1701 up till 1800 or something. That’s what “eighteenth century” means. Not the 1800s. It means the 1700s. Okay?
Mother: Okay.
Child (reading):
Mother: You know, I’m pretty impressed that you knew that! I’m glad they’re teaching you these things in school. I didn’t understand that “eighteenth century” meant 1700s until high school. It‘s good that your school is teaching you these….
Child: Sigh. Mom. You told me.
Mother: What do you mean?
Child: We didn’t learn it in school. Or, I don’t know, maybe we did later. But you told me first. I was trapped in the car with you and I was, like, seven years old and you were listening to your talk radio and you told me the whole thing about eighteenth century meaning the 1700s.
Mother: Oh.
Child: And in, like, second grade or something I was trying to explain it to other kids and they were all like “Oh, okay, whatever.”
Mother: You were talking about the eighteenth century in second grade?
Child: I don’t know. I was just trying to tell people. But you already explained all this to me, and I already know it. Okay?
Mother: Hmm.
Child:
Mother:
Child (reading in back of car):
Mother: Should I buy you some Tiger Beat or J-14 magazines so you can talk to kids about, you know, kid stuff?
Child: No. Mom. It's okay. I just want to read the book I’m reading right now. Okay?
Mother: Okay.
Child (reading in back of car):
Mother: Do you want me to get you Twilight to read?
Child: MOM.
Mother: Okay! Okay! I’ll just drive.
Child: Okay.
Mother: Okay.
Child:
Mother:
Child (reading in back of car):
Mother (driving):
Child (reading in back of car):
Mother: Do you know what a harpsichord is?
Fin
3 comments:
I loved those trapped moments in a car.
Children of booksellers are spared no details. :)
Hilarious! You know, this may one day cause your kid to write a book called "Trapped with Mom: Or, Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About the 18th Century and the Harpsichord, but Were Afraid to Ask."
I have the best conversations with Noah when we are in the car. Fascinating stuff going on in his crazy mind.
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