Monday, December 19, 2011

Where we at?

For the first four hours of our drive down to Florida, Big E had only one question.

WHERE WE AT?

Atlanta.

WHERE WE AT?

Still Atlanta.

WHERE WE AT?

Atlanta suburbs, this is a big city.

I was instantly regretting not springing for the DVD entertainment system.  I wasn't going to survive this first leg of our drive with the inquisition sitting behind me.

Mr. Yoy thought this would be the perfect time to correct Big E's English and give him a grammar lesson.

As soon as the words "prepositional phrase" came out of his mouth, I went into a coma.

I looked over at an Accord in the lane next to me.  It was just a lady driving by herself.  Maybe she'd let me hitch a ride so I could escape the barrage of questions.  I'd even chip in for gas.

Around hour four of our drive, Big E's focus went from where we were to where we were going.

WHERE WE GOING?

Florida.

WHERE WE GOING?

Florida.

WHERE WE GOING?

Hell, but I'm pretty sure we've already arrived.
The best part of our drive to Florida?  Having to do it all again on the way back!

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