Car Commiserating

*Triple post alert!

Car ride chats with Chica:

2:15 pm

On the road

2:16 pm

Are we there yet?

No, honey, not for awhile.

2:18 pm

Are we almost there, yet?

No, sweet pea. Remember, I told you it takes a long time to get to Nanna's house.

But. Are we there, yet?

No, honey. I'm sorry, but it's gonna be awhile. You're gonna have to watch two movies before we'll get there.

But, Mama...(deep sigh.)

2:20 pm

Now, are we almost there?

(Deep sigh). No, honey.

But, how much longer??

(Deep sigh.) (No response.)

2:21 pm - 3:15 pm

Repeat conversation with minimal alterations. Ad nauseum. Over and over. Every two minutes.

3:16 pm

Mama, I don't think I can do this.

What, honey?

I just can't go on this trip. I shouldn't go.

(Muffled laughter.) What do you mean, sweet pea?

I don't forgive you.

(Harder-to-muffle laughter.) Huh? What do you mean don't forgive me?

Other mommies and daddies don't do this.

Don't do what?

Go on these trips.

(Perhaps not so muffled laughter). Honey, lots of mommies and daddies go on these trips all the time. And even longer ones.

(Deep sigh). I just shouldn't go. (Pause for thoughtful emphasis).  We should fly. (Thumps head dejectedly against car seat.)

I hear ya, kid. I hear ya.

Unsurprisingly, our lovely chats continued without pause--except for during our one sanity--I mean, potty/diaper stop.

Traveling with kids = bundles o' fu...n.