So the kids and I headed out after church today. Packing up the van and loading everyone but Daddy because we are spending a few days in Chattanooga with Grammy and Grandad. We actually haven’t made this 100 mile trip since January. In that time, we’ve added one more passenger (Parker) and Foster, Katie and Theodore forgot how long that van ride can seem. My sweet, little chatterbox asked me several versions and for a few days before we left “Mommy, how long will it take to get to Grammy’s house?” As I answered today, leaving the driveway “It will take a VERY long time Katie.” About 20 minutes passed and as we drove through Lenoir City she asked “Mommy are we almost to Grammy’s now?” my response, in an attempt to be more clear and have her understand was more detailed this time “Katie we are in Lenoir City, we still have to get on the interstate and then we drive for a very long time and look for Exit #11 and then we will be very close to Grammy’s house.” She chattered away for a few minutes and then said “Mommy are we on a date?” and I’m thinking – OK that’s out of the blue! Why would she think we are on a date? Because we are together and daddy’s not here? Because sometimes her daddy takes her on dates? Because Daddy and I talk about going on dates? I came up with nothing and so in response said “No, Katie we are not on a date.” About 10 minutes later, as we merge on to the interstate, she says “Mommy NOW are we on a date?” Oh. That’s what she meant. I said we had to get on the interstate. Get it? On the interstate, on a date… It’s no wonder children get so frustrated with us. Pay attention, they know what they mean.