Here's a funny little conversation we had on the road today.
SJ: dad, look at this picture I colored in the playroom (at Ikea)
Ryan: *looking in the rearview mirror* oooh, that's a nice one
SJ: no dad, you have to turn around and really look at it
Ryan: I can't right now, I'm driving. But I can see you did a good job!
SJ: when you stop at the next red light, you can look okay, daddy?
Me: it'll be a little while till we get to a red light because we're on the highway.
SJ: you don't see any red lights here?
Me: there aren't any red lights on highways.
SJ: because all the red lights and green lights are on the low-ways right? Dad, when we get to the low-ways you can stop at a red light and look at my picture.
and here are a couple more of her mis-sayings to add to her repetior...
- junk beds instead of bunk beds
- knock instead of lock . She was singing London Bridge the other day: "take the keys and knock her up, knock her up, knock her up..."