JR had to go on a long business trip this week, so I decided to throw Grasshopper in the car and drive 5 hours south my parents house and spread the waking-up-at-6:00-in-the-morning love.
The trouble with living in north Georgia, and having family in north Florida, is that you have to travel through central and south Georgia to get there.
With a three year old who has mastered the fine art of staying awake in the car so that he can ask questions (often the same question) approximately every 2.3 seconds without even pausing for breath. Patience, I haz it.
So, south Georgia: not too scenic, but full of an-mals which makes it's lack of attractive scenery forgivable, "Look Mommy, cows! Moooooo Mooooo Mooooo!" "Look Mommy, horses! Neeeeigh Neeeeigh Neieeiiigh!" "Look Mommy goats! Maaaaaa Maaaaaa Maaaaa!" etc, etc, etc.
Yesterday, as we finally approached my parent's city, signs of civilization started springing up and I figured that we were done with barnyard animals until our return trip.
Instead, I got this:
Grasshopper: "Mommy! Mommy! I saw an an-mal!"
Me: "Did you? What kind of animal was it? I didn't see one..."
Grasshopper: "It was a reindeer! A wittle one!"
Me: "You saw a little REINDEER?!?!"
Grasshopper: "Yes! It was a baby. And it was talkin!"
Me: "What was the baby reindeer saying?"
Swiveling around to look for signs that my child has somehow come down with a raging fever causing hallucinations involving reindeer in Florida.
Grasshopper looking at me like I am the stupidest person he has ever had the misfortune to spend 5 hours in the car with:
"Goo-goo, gah-gah. It a BABY Mommy."