Today, Theo and I went to Berkeley to try out a new music class. (Smashing success, by the way--LOVED it!) On the way there, we hit a bit of traffic. Chattering from the back seat, Theo filled me in on his plans:
Theo: There's traffic. Feo want to drive!
Me: Sorry, bud--Mama has to drive.
Theo: When my super-special car gets here, Feo can drive. Feo can go to music class all by himself!
Me: What? I don't get to come to your music class with you?
Theo: Okay, Mama can come. But Feo will drive. Mama will ride in the back.
Gee, thanks--I see how I rate!
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