Car Talk, Part 1

We just might be the last American family without a single dvd player in our vehicles. That combined with the fact that we live almost an hour from shopping centers leads to many interesting conversations during the moments when the kids are not fighting with each other.

Doug and I spend lots of time answering questions like, "What does M-O-T-S-X spell?" and "What is 20 + 50 + 99?" Then sometimes, things are said that perhaps we should not laugh at as mature adults, but we do snicker when we know the kids aren't looking. Typically Evan is involved. The last two weeks have been full of these fun times.

For example (and if you are easily offended, skip over and if you are an English major, ignore the punctuation 'cause I tried hard):

Evan - "Mom, Price just hit me in the balls."
Me - "Evan!"
Doug - "Evan, how about 'hit me in the sack?'"
Me, looking disgusted, "No, how about, 'in the privates?'"
Evan - "Mom, Price just hit me in the cannolis."

So, while I am thrilled that Evan's preschool teachers tell me he has really come out of his shell these few weeks, because he has always been pretty quiet outside of our house and friend's houses, it also scares me! He has spent the majority of his life playing with older boys.

Then there was this conversation:

Evan - "Mom, there are two really bad words that begin with F."
Me, my mind preparing a lecture, - "And they are?"
Evan - "Fart and fat."

I am thankful for his innocence. I am thankful that his older brothers choose not to add to the conversation.

So this is titled Car Talk, Part 1 because I am sure more will come back to me or there will be new conversations to record so when I have the urge to spit out my tea, I can come back and reread my blog.