A Glimpse Into Her Future

This weekend my mom had her quilt group Christmas party.  She was planning to play Bunco.  Because you need a certain amount of people for Bunco, she invited Zoe and me to the party.  It was held at her community's clubhouse, so it's about 5 blocks up the road from her house. 

That usually means Zoe can ride in the front seat because it's not on main roads, just the community roads of the development.  Zoe LOVES that part.

After the party, she asked if I could put her booster seat in the front and buckle her in that way she could see out the windows.  She turned the whole ride into something hilarious.

She was the mommy, I was the daddy driving the car and we had an imaginary kid in the back.  She started to read my Pampered Chef catalog.

(not sure why the photo won't flip the right way.)

This was our conversation:

Zoe:  (talking to our imaginary child) Sweetie, we had to go all the way to downtown and it's going to take awhile to get home.  Just be patient.

(talking to me) Honey, can you believe this traffic?  It's going to take us forever.  Did you see this pizza pan for the BBQ?  We should totally get that!

Me:  I like that.  We should get that.  Are you planning lots of BBQ's for us? 

Should we look at lights on the way home?

For real?  Like we're going to take the real, long way home to look at lights?

Yes for real.  Want to drive around for a bit and look at lights near Grandma's house?

YES!!!!  (talking to our imaginary child) Sweetie, do you want to see some Christmas lights?  What?  You have to go to the bathroom?  Daddy, is there a bathroom around here?

I don't think so.

Sweetie, can you try to hold it?  Do you need to go in the car?

Go in the car?  That's not an option!  Daddy's do not allow that to happen!

Then we started looking at Christmas lights and our imaginary child that needed to use the restroom was forgotten.  It was the most fun car ride I think I've ever had.  I can only imagine the wife she'll be.  I'm a little concerned that she'll be the mom that lets her children use the car as their bathroom.  At least we've got time before I have to worry about that.