I realize that many of my blog posts relate conversations or funny things that happen when Mark and I are either on our way to daycare, home or work. This morning is no exception.
We had just dropped Harper off and were on our way out of the daycare parking lot. Our car is a stick shift. Mark was driving. As he's pulling away from our parking space he starts singing:
"Put it into first. Then put it into second. Then put it into third," we are both kinda laughing at this point. "Then put it into... fourth..."
We are both totally laughing.
"It's a song," says Mark. "It teaches..."
I'm still laughing.
"It's a song that teaches how to drive the car."
"Yeah," I said, "Because going from gears 1 to 2 to 3 to 4 isn't intuitive enough without a song."
Mark pulls to a stop at the stoplight. He says, "Ok, lets punch in our coordinates." Then he makes a flurry of button-pushing gestures at the dashboard of our car. There may have been a "doot, doot, deet" in there.
Mark is funny. I am still laughing. He occasionally thinks it's funny to pretend we are driving a spaceship.
As we are sitting at the light, a big RC Cola semi goes through the intersection. Mark says, "RC Cola is going to eff me in the bee."
"You know," I say, "We really need to start watching our language. Harper is going to start picking up this stuff."
"That's going to be hard," says Mark.
"I know, but we need to try."
Mark says, "Yeah, what if Harper started saying "eff me in the bee" at daycare."
We are laughing. Of course, the idea of Harper ACTUALLY saying something like that at daycare, then stating that it's OK because her Daddy says it all the time may haunt me.
As we pull up to the next light, I say, "Sometimes you are like a child."
"I know," Mark says. "It's going to make parenting difficult." He looks at me. "For you."