“GIRLS! LET’S GO!” I yelled.
The car was cranked and loaded down with all the gear my kids needed for a weekend visit at their grandparent’s farm. Baby Sadie was in the car and Aubrey (5) was standing at the door tapping her flip-flopped foot with her Tinkerbelle sunglasses pushed on top of her head. She rolled her eyes and yelled at her sister, “EMMA! COME ON!”
“You GUYS, just wait! I gotta get my puh-us.” (Her purse, which she literally filled with panties and socks, and still managed to shove her blanky in. Did she really think I would forget underwear? And why so many pairs???)
“AND, I need my boots for walking in da mud,” Emma said as she pulled on her pink John Deere boots. “AAAAANNNND, Momma?”
“Whaaaaaat?” I asked.
“Can I take my bi-tar?” My little Taylor Swift asked.
“Yes. Only if you promise not to play it in the car.”
“And if I can take your picture…”
“Wait! Let me get the camera. Aubrey, stand next to Emma, ” I said.
Aubrey ran out the door screaming, “NOOOOOOO!”
“Alrighty then. Okay Emma, NOW cheese!”