Today in our continuing series of driving around having inane conversations in terrible and inexplicable midday traffic.
3: Mama, let’s play I Spy.
Me: Are you sure you don’t want to play the quiet game?
3: I SPY!
Me: You go first.
3: I spy with my evil eye something that is the color of the zoo.
Me: What color is the zoo?
3: All colors.
Me: Ah. Got it. Is it the car wash?
3: Where’s the car wash?
Me: (pointing) Over there.
3: Oh! I never saw that before. Yes! You guessed it! Your turn.
Me: I spy with my little eye something that is green.
3: Is it a dragon?
Me: I…uh…don’t have dragon vision. Do you see a dragon?
Me: Take another guess of what I can actually see that is green.
3: Ummm, a dragon!
Me: Let’s play a different game.
3: Yes! Let’s play Caillou.
Me: Damn it.
3: I’ll be Rosie, you be Caillou.
Me: Hi, Rosie. What do you want to do today?
3: Let’s play baseball!
3: Ok, let’s play a new game.
Me: How about we listen to the radio?
3: Oooh, that’s a great idea!
Me: (Puts on NPR, which is playing a piece about Woody Allen’s latest movie.)
3: (Asleep in fourteen seconds.)
Driver next to us, with her windows rolled down, turns up her music.
3: (jolting awake) Mama! Let’s play I Spy!